at masaj terapisi sertifikası Porno Tv Greetings, I am Halide, a 41-year-old woman living in Istanbul, married and with 2 children. My wife and I married with love. Our sex life was not bad when we first got married, but it has decreased over time and has completely ended in recent years due to my husband’s reluctance.
When we women were talking about our husbands between us, I was always silent when it came to sex. Dec. My neighbor and close friend Esra was known for her indiscretions. Esra, her husband fucked her at least twice a night with his big dick, if he didn’t say enough, her husband wanted to fuck her until the morning, honey, honey, he was almost relative to all of us. What amazed me was that her husband Ali was actually a short and skinny person. I couldn’t imagine that a guy like that could fuck like that.
One evening the Esras invited us for tea. We ate, drank, chatted, but my mind was elsewhere. I was surreptitiously looking in front of Ali all the time. To be honest, I couldn’t reconcile Ali with Esra’s big dick. We went to the kitchen with Esra to refresh the teas. I couldn’t help myself and said, “Esra, is Ali’s dick really big?“I asked. He said, “Yes, why did you ask?” said. “Because you can’t tell at all! I said, “and we laughed. But Esra, with her usual indiscretion, said, “If you’re very curious, I can show you!” when I hung out, I blushed like a pomegranate out of embarrassment. The topic is closed there…
The next day after breakfast, when my husband left for work, a message came from Esra. I was shocked when I opened the message. Esra, “You were wondering, here’s Ali’s dick for you! Is it as much as I said?” he wrote and sent a dick picture. My children were at home, I quickly closed the message in a hurry. But no lie, my mind was left in the picture. I sent the children down to the playground in the garden of the site to play. As soon as the children left the house, I picked up my phone and started studying the picture. It was really a big thick cock, and compared to my husband’s, it looked like my husband’s dick.
While I was looking at the picture, another message came from Esra, “You didn’t answer, what happened? Did you swallow your tongue when you saw Ali’s dick? Or did you look at the picture and start slapping little Khalid?” he had written. Again his indiscretion was upon him. I said, “The kids were at home, but they came down to play!” I wrote. Esra, “So, how’s Ali’s dick, though? I wasn’t exaggerating, was I?” when he wrote, I said, “The device is awesome, but how do I know it’s Ali’s, how do you know you didn’t download it from the Internet?” I wrote.
Soon Esra sent a new picture. I was shocked again. In this picture, Esra’s face and Ali’s face were recognized, and while Ali was lying on his back, Esra had taken his cock in her mouth. I said he took it in his mouth, only the cock’s head barely fit in his mouth. While I was looking at the picture in amazement, I said, “Do you believe it now?” he wrote. I had become indiscreet like him now, “I believed, I believed! But it doesn’t fit in your mouth yet, how can you get it in your cunt? I’m sure half of them are just getting in!” I wrote.
Esra said, “Take a good look at this picture I’m going to send!” when he wrote and sent another picture, my astonishment increased even more. The bitch had taken that big cock to the root. “Well, bless you!” I wrote. Before my astonishment passed, I said, “Is that something too!” he sent another picture saying. And this time he took the cock up to the root of his ass. To annoy Esra, “Well, well, but how do I know that these are not photomontages?” I wrote. Upon this, Esra said, “If you don’t believe this video either, come stand on our heads while we fuck!” he had written and sent a video. I think I made Esra angry well.
I played the video, but I was watching it with my mouth open. Ali, whom I called skinny, was officially fucking Esra moan by moan, going in and out of Esra’s pussy until the root of that big cock. It was interesting not only that they fucked, but also that they talked slang while fucking. Before she could watch the video to the end, Esra sent another video. I was excited. With great curiosity, I immediately closed the first video and opened the new one. In this, Ali was fucking Esra in the ass. And what the fuck! He was full of it, with an inexhaustible energy, and he was fucking with a joke! What a pussy would stand to be fucked with such a cock, what an ass! As Esra said, he was officially taking out his shit!
While I was watching the video with my mouth open, my hand was in my panties, masturbating like crazy. Esra must have guessed that I was masturbating so she said, “Don’t slap little Halide too much, let’s make it easy for you! Bye! :)” he wrote. I wasn’t in a position to deny it, I just typed “Tsh” and sent it and continued my masturbation by looking at the video. I also had a great Orgasm imagining Ali fucking me like that…
After that day, this topic was never brought up with Esra again, but every time I found time, I was looking at those videos and masturbating. In fact, the thought of fucking myself to Ali was even starting to form in my head. But what if Ali doesn’t want to? Then let alone just embarrassing Ali, I would embarrass the whole apartment if he told Esra about this. Worst of all, I could never look at my husband’s face again, nor Esra’s. If I was going to do this, I had to make sure Ali wanted to fuck me too.
Ali had his own business, he did shoe sales and repair business. When new models came, Esra always told me, “Go take a look!” because. One day, when he said that new models were coming again, he said, “Okay, I’ll go Dec check it out sometime today, I already needed shoes!I said. I got ready and left. I was going to check Ali’s pulse. I was wearing a skirt at knee speed under me and a thong panties made of transparent tulle that showed my pussy especially inside. I was also wearing a shirt and a topcoat with the collar generously open.
When I entered the store, Ali left the customers he was interested in and came to me. Welcome, Welcome, after the conversation, I said that I had come to look at the new models. He took me to the middle row of shelves. “These have just arrived!” he said, “she gave me a little stool and a shoe puller. He also brought the standing mirror closer and said, “Wait a minute, I’ll take care of these customers! he left saying “…
The customers had left, we were left alone in the store. “Give me your coat coat, let me hang it on the hanger if you want, relax!” when I said that, I took it out and gave it to him. The subordinate came to me again. While I was sitting on a stool trying on shoes, I was bending down and straightening especially to show off my breasts. From time to time, I was Decently looking in front of Ali. As a matter of fact, soon Ali’s front began to swell. After every shoe I tried, Ali’s dick seemed to get a little bigger. Finally, Ali put one hand in his pocket so that it wouldn’t be obvious.
I tried on another pair of shoes. After putting on the shoes, I stood up, turned left and right in front of the mirror and looked at how it looked from the front to the back. But at the same time, I was taking evasive glances in front of Ali from the mirror. Yes, Ali’s hand in his pocket was moving. He was supposedly playing with his dick without letting me know.
I sat down on the stool again, lifted one foot towards Ali and said, “I like this model, but it feels a little big, don’t you think?I said. Ali immediately said, “Let me see!” he said “and collapsed in front of me. He took my foot in his hands, took the shoe off my foot several times and put it back on. I put my foot on the floor and said, “That’s good, can you pass the other foot?” said. I opened my legs a little while lifting my other foot. Ali pretended to look at the shoe on my foot and kept looking at my panties while telling me something about the shoe. He must have liked the sight he saw, as he lingered with the shoe on my foot.
And then whatever happened, he gave me a small number of the same model and said, “Here, try these on, make it comfortable. I have a little job!” he said ” and went to the back. When I got up and looked where he was going, I saw that he had entered the toilet. Or was he going to do what I predicted? I went quietly to the front of the toilet to make sure. There were strange sounds coming from inside. I couldn’t see anything because the key was inserted in the keyhole. But I wasn’t wrong, Ali was doing himself full in the toilet. I went back and sat on a stool to avoid getting caught. A little later, when Ali came back to me, the puffiness in front of him had disappeared. I bought the shoes I tried on before and left the store.
The next weekend my husband went out of Istanbul. Since my husband is out of town sometimes for work reasons, we usually went grocery shopping with Esra. That day we went to the market with Esra again. When we were going to go shopping and return home, Ali came and picked us up in his car and brought us home. He even carried my bags all the way to the kitchen. And when you leave, he said, “If you need anything, don’t hesitate to call Dec!” said. I thanked and sent it, but my mind was stuck on this skinny guy’s dick again. That day, while masturbating while watching the video of Ali fucking Esra again, an idea came to me.
The next day I called Ali and told him that some shoes needed paint and heel changes while I was cleaning out the shoe closet. Ali said, “I will! Esra is going to her mother today, I’ll come by after I drop Esra off at her mother’s!” said. I immediately dressed the children and sent them to the playground of the site to play. So I took off my sweatpants, put on just a thong with a drawstring on the back and a short nightgown on top and started waiting.
Finally, Ali’s car appeared downstairs. A little later, the doorbell rang. I looked through the binoculars, it was Ali. In a loud voice, he said, “Donkey sips, what happened again?” I opened the door shouting. Ali froze when he saw me in that state. So I pretended to be frozen out by the number. As if I noticed later that the front of my nightgown was open, I tidied up my nightgown and said, “Sorry about my outfit, Ali, I didn’t expect you to come by so early, I thought my kids had arrived! Come on in, come in!I said. Ali stuttered, “It doesn’t matter, the state of the house!” he said and went inside, but he seemed to be in shock.
I closed the door and returned to the coat rack. I opened the lid at the bottom and bent down almost in front of Ali, took out two pairs of shoes from the closet and put them on the floor. I would say, ”There would be one or two more…” and linger in that position as if I were looking for shoes. Ali, who was standing behind me, wasn’t making any noise, and I was sure that he was focusing on my ass at that moment. So I straightened up without disturbing my hoarding at all, saying, “It’s not at the bottom, it’s probably in the upper closet …”, opened the door of the upper closet and climbed on my feet and started searching. When I lay down upstairs, my nightgown was also gathered up, and my ass came out like a pumpkin.
