kız bebek için radha rani isimleri Çin Porno I was in the shower in the bathroom when my husband called. As soon as I heard the phone ringing, I got out from under the shower, wrapped a towel around my wet body and ran in a hurry. I was trying to dry off with a towel when I picked up the phone receiver in my ear. My husband said, “Darling, I’m calling from Ankara!” he said directly. I was surprised, “Ankara? How so? Where did this come from now? You didn’t mention it before…” I said. “Urgent business came out, the company had a problem, I couldn’t even call you because of the rush, sorry, please… we just got off the plane, I called you right away!” said. The familiar noise of the airport, the sounds of announcements were echoing in the background.
It caught my attention that he said, “We landed, did you mean? Who’s with you? Did you go there with your hussy secretary or what?I said. “My love, don’t start unnecessary jealousies again… I’ll tell you about it later for a long time… I’m closing up. I’ll call Semra, let her come to you tonight, don’t stay alone!” said. I looked at the phone that was buzzing in my hand. The blood was rushing to my brain. My husband was with that hussy in Ankara with his sexy secretary, and there was nothing I could do.
I caught my eye on the mirror in the hall. My long blonde hair was stuck to my wet skin, water droplets were finding their way on my body and going down. My big breasts, slim waist, hips, long legs… After a week of discomfort, I’m the pussy that I cleaned and made sparkling with the excitement of breaking sex abstinence tonight, my plans to make love to my husband…
My mind went to my husband again. Did he get into bed with that stupid blonde again because he couldn’t stick his little dick in me for a week, or this guy? I saw my husband and his secretary sitting in the hotel lobby. That they go up to the room together. Elevator. Did they get a separate room? Are they going to spend the night in the same room? Does he order champagne for room service? He loves gestures like that, womanizer! Of course, money is like shit! he likes to cover the gap of his 12-inch dick with things like that.
I threw the phone on the seat in anger. What was I supposed to do with this guy? I wanted to leave, I couldn’t. I couldn’t leave the luxurious, beautiful life that he provided for me. What could I do? When I first found out that he was cheating on me, we had such an argument. When I asked for a divorce, he threatened to leave me in the middle thanks to the company’s lawyers. Was I going to go back to my old, penniless, rotten days? I had to stay, I had to swallow everything deliberately.
Being his wife now felt like a duty, a job to me. I was lying under him, waiting for him to do his job with his little dick, my legs are open. I was satisfying myself by stroking and stroking my clitoris without paying attention to him looking at me, when he came growling and rolled over on his side. Next to my husband, on our love bed, while I was curling up and having an orgasm, he was usually watching me shamelessly stroking his dick.
While I was thinking about these things, the doorbell rang. I wrapped the towel around my chest and went to the door. Semra had arrived. My husband’s sister, my sister-in-law. He was 22 years old. He was a womanizer like his brother. Despite her young age, there were no nuts that the bitch did not break. With her short stature, sexy clothes, curvy body, I used to see her with other men all the time. I would never see the boy he had introduced again. Actually, I liked my sister-in-law. He was my partner in distress. I would tell him what his brother had done, and he would tell me about the stakes he had eaten from his lovers, and we would worry.
I let him in, and while he was sitting, I got dressed. We went out together, shopped until the evening, sat in cafes, went sightseeing. After we had dinner at a nice restaurant outside, we came home. We undressed and poured, put on our nightgowns and started sitting on the bed in my bedroom and chatting. The glass of wine we bought at dinner had not cut, I opened a new one, we lay on the bed with our glasses in our hands.
He was telling about his last girlfriend, burn to the side. My mind was on the shit my husband was eating, I was listening to him with half an ear. Did they have a fight over something, were they angry, she kept crying and crying, knocking over the glasses one after the other out of sadness. “I gave him whatever he asked for. I did whatever he wanted. Our gentleman’s soul wanted to make love, I didn’t say at night, I went to him. I got stuck for money, took it out and gave it to him. But he hurts me, upsets me, fights for a little thing, Aylin! What should I do with this guy?” he was worried. In the meantime, he filled the fourth Decanter.
“Leave you too!” I thought, “Don’t you have an egg mold on your back? Let him go. You’ll find someone else. You don’t have to be so upset!I said. “Ahhh, ahh! I can’t leave, aunt!” said. “Why, girl, fuck off, it’s that simple!I said. “Don’t say that, I can’t do without him!” said. “why? What’s so special about this asshole?I said. “Oh aunt, don’t ask! Don’t make me tell you what’s going on with them!” said. “Tell me, girl, you’ve made me wonder now!I said. “Oh, this guy is great in bed, Aylin! He makes love so much, he feeds so much! I’ve changed so many lovers, I’ve never seen anything like it. Like a grin! Especially don’t see your dick! Nah, that’s it!” he said, he curled his elbow, showed his height, pointed to his wrist while describing his thickness.
I was suddenly interested in the topic. I tried to visualize it. The Negroes on the Pørnø came in front of me. Big, black cocks that white blondes have trouble getting in and out of their cunt, mouth. I swallowed, “Ugh! Come on, huh? Really?” I was able to say. “I swear to you. It starts in the evening, almost does not leave until morning, when he is excited. He’s hurting me. I can’t come to myself for three days. I’m walking around like a pickle. I have no front left, no back. It’s a mess!” said. “Okay, okay, don’t tell me! I gave up! You already know that I’m suffering, that I’m injured, and you’re telling me all this, honey honey!I said.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Aylinci. I’m telling you this in front of you, but I’m so worried, yeah! I forgot about your problem because of my own. That my brother made you hungry, couldn’t feed you… What happened, the gift I bought you doesn’t work?” said. He was telling me about the Vibrator he bought. I told him everything one evening when we were drinking like this and getting into trouble again. The smallness of his brother’s dick, he couldn’t feed, we had very infrequent sex, and he finished in 5 minutes. The girl was upset, she came out the next day with a package in her hand. When I curiously opened the package, a huge vibrating vibrator with a 25-centimeter vein came out of it. And when he blushed and wanted to return it, he left the package and left. I’ve been trying to get by with that vibrator ever since.
“The vibrator works, don’t worry!” I said, smiling. I thought of the pleasure of the big instrument vibrating inside me on my lonely nights, I stretched out where I was lying. I felt that tingling sensation in my groin again. And Semra was leaning her head on her hand, watching me where she was lying. He also laughed, “Yes, I see, it feeds you well, I guess?” he said wickedly. “But there is no substitute for the living, my daughter! It just goes in and out of me. The man who will crush me when he enters me? Since when will the arms wrap and caress? Languages to speak?” I said with distress.
“You are telling the truth. Does it ever take the place of a real man? Especially mine! If my Ahmet were here now… If he would shake, if he would crush me under him… If he would bury his dick in my pussy …” he said. She puckered her lips, her lover came to her mind again, and tears began to fall from her eyes. She was crying a lot with the effect of alcohol. I couldn’t stand it, I reached out and hugged, tried to comfort. She put her head on my lap, crying and stroking my legs. I hit his hand, “Don’t do it, dear! You know I don’t have a lesbianism habit!I said. She laughed with tears in her eyes, “Oh, if you only knew what you’re missing, Aylin with this beautiful body!” said. “Crazy girl, stop it now. You’re jumping from branch to branch. Let’s call this Ahmet, call him here, let’s talk, let’s Decipher the problem between you, how about?I said.
“He won’t come! He’s not even answering my phone. He’s not talking to me!” said. “Wait a minute, I’ll call. He doesn’t know my number, he won’t answer!I said. “Don’t Decoy that! His ass will get up! He insulted me a lot! Okay, I’m dying for him to fuck me, but I can’t call!” said. “Give me that phone number, don’t interfere with the rest!I said. I called. A full male voice. I told him who I was, why I was calling, gave him the address of my house in case he came and described it. He said he wouldn’t come, that I shouldn’t insist. He hung up. Ours started crying again, “I told you so! He doesn’t want me anymore!” because. I couldn’t say anything. I filled up another glass. We drank slowly without talking.
My eyes were already starting to close when the doorbell rang. I looked at the clock, it was past 24:00, I thought who could be at this time. I went to the door with a little fear, a little timidity. When I looked through the peephole, I saw a man standing in the doorway. As far as Semra tells me, it could have been Ahmet, her lover. I opened the door excitedly. In a full, male voice, like on the phone, he said, “Hello!” said. “Hello?I said. “Ahmet ben, we just talked. It’s about Semra. I told you I wouldn’t come, but I couldn’t stand it, I came out!” said. I held out my hand, we shook hands. “Pleased to meet you. I’m Aylin too!I said. “I know, Semra has talked about you a lot!” said. “Come on in, Ahmet, don’t stand at the door like that!I said.
The dark-haired, dark-skinned man’s blue-blue beady eyes, as if they were going to jump on me at any moment, entered above me. His looks are strange to me. What is this man looking at when he says this, my eye caught the mirror. Oh, shit! I opened the door in my nightgown. I just had a pair of panties under me. The blackness of my nipples, my thong panties, my legs exposed by her mini nightgown skirt. They were all in the square. I called out inside“ “Semra, come here!” because. The output has arrived. She was in the same situation as me, she just came out in her nightgown. When he saw Ahmet, his eyes opened with surprise. With a cold attitude, he said, “Welcome, Ahmet!” said.
I immediately ran into the bedroom and put a dressing gown on me, I came. When I entered the hall, they were still looking at each other. They probably agreed with her looks, Semra took a step and hugged the boy tightly. He also responded. They hugged each other standing, they stayed. Next to Semra’s petite build, the man looked like a giant. There was a 50-inch height difference between them, no matter how you look at it.Dec. Semra lay down, rising on her fingertips, her lips joined. And Ahmet wrapped his arms around her waist and glued her to himself, they started sucking standing up.
