gay movies maid porn My name is Rose. i’m 27 years old, I’m married, I don’t have children. I met my husband, who is 15 years older than me, on his way to class for university. After the oppression of the despotic paternal house, I fell for his affectionate behavior, which kept me on hand. The beautiful gifts he received to me and the people of the house, the compliments, his wealth, convinced both me and my family. College plans were thrown in the trash, we got married soon. And from the first wedding night, my understanding, mature man disappeared, or rather, he took off his mask. Instead, the ignorant, rude, stupid, overly jealous husband type came and sat down. The man who was hanging around me during the engagement period as “my princess, my baby”, tore off my wedding dress the first night, ignoring my fears, my muscles, my struggles… He also undressed while looking at my naked, blind, untouched body with shining eyes like a perverted rapist. With the resulting stocky, extremely hairy body, he almost attacked and began to wrestle with a naive girl who was waiting for a romantic wedding night.
When he succeeded and fell over on his side Decapitated like an ox, sweating blood, I was watching the ceiling with my virginal blood flowing between my legs to the bed, tears flowing from my cheeks to the pillow, pain in my groin and terrible regret. When I turned my head to the side, my eye caught sight of my wedding dress, which was shattered on the floor… The regret in me suppressed the pain in my groin, – “God, what have I done?” And until today, I have lived with this phrase for almost ten years. “What have I done?” There’s no going back, dad won’t even open the door. There is no going forward, what can I do with a high school diploma without any skills, how can I make a life for myself?
I’ve been married to this man like a plant all these years. Coming home in the evening with the smell of drinking cigarettes, usually drunk… Three or five, from his own area of interest, conversations that I don’t care about… Getting into bed… Walking out on me with his hairy-bellied, disgusting torso… A brief relationship without kissing, without caressing… He ejaculates, rolls over and starts snoring. My crime is being young and beautiful… Extreme jealousy… No going out, no friends and family meetings, closed curtains, limited relationship with downstairs tenants, a full captive life… And I blamed it on not having a child at every turn… And I never felt sad about it… I thought it was better to live alone than to bring another creature like my husband into the world.
Why did I tell you all this? To look for an excuse for the relationship I had with Tolga, the 20-year-old teenage son of the tenants downstairs? Yes… But these are the facts, not excuses… If there wasn’t such an age difference between my husband and me, if he understood me Decently, really loved me, fed me in bed, would I have had this, this relationship? I don’t think so. And do I regret it? Absolutely not… I have no regrets. Tolga, this young, handsome, strong man, taught me about life, how to live, sex, satisfaction, satisfaction, orgasm, love, being loved, laughing because… I don’t regret it at all. On the contrary, I am very happy. It all started two years ago. My husband had left home for three days for work. With a thousand and one warnings, he left me alone in the big house. I was about to die of boredom. Our tenants on the lower floor, with whom I always went and chatted, had also gone to the village. Late in the evening there was a knock at the door. I looked timidly through the peephole, the young son of the family living downstairs, Tolga, was standing in front of the door. When I saw his handsome smiling face, my heart sizzled.
I loved him very much… His pleasant conversation, smiling face, cordial manner impressed me… I curiously opened the door, – “Good evening, sister Rose, I disturbed you, but my parents are not there, they haven’t come until this hour. Do you know about it, I wonder?” he said with a timid attitude … his family had gone to the village on a rush, urgently in the morning, they would not come for two or three days. I’ve told you. – ”They left a note for you, you probably didn’t see it…“ – “I didn’t see it, Sister Rose. I’ve disturbed you, good evening…” I didn’t want him to leave, I was terribly bored. I was thrown out, – “Come, Tolga, I also made tea. Have a cup of tea, go like that…” – “No, Rose, sister, don’t bother me, I’ll go. I had work on the computer. Thank you…” he said, and left. Then I was left alone. Then I closed the door and went back inside to the hall, to my loneliness. I wandered aimlessly through the rooms. My soul is getting bored, it’s like the walls were coming over me…
I undressed, threw myself on the bed. I started doing what I’ve always done, fondling myself by having fantasies. I had dreams with my eyes closed, one hand in my panties, the other hand on my chest, rubbing my nipple. It was also easy to dream tonight… Tolga, the usual hero of my fantasies, was just at my door. I dreamed that he didn’t leave, that he came in, that we kissed, that we made love. While Tolga was hugging me, I also wrapped my arms tightly around myself. While he was sucking my nipples, I squeezed and rubbed both my nipples between my fingers, which I wet with my tongue. Dec. Dec Tuesday, while he, in my dream, was getting between my legs with his young iris torso and fucking me, both my hands were plunged into my panties, I compressed my pussy lips and released my middle finger inside. I writhed around caressing myself caressingly, fingering my pussy in my cold bed… I came moaning moaning. The only pleasure on me is lying on my back in wet panties with my waters, naked, gasping for breath and looking at the ceiling, “is this life?” I thought so. Will my life be like this?
Caressing myself caressingly… Alone… Lonely… With an elderly, unsympathetic, jealous, despotic husband… Four walls began to close in on me again. I felt like I was at the bottom of the grave and I was overwhelmed. I couldn’t breathe. Then it occurred to me that he was alone downstairs, just like me. Tea… Yeah… I told him I was making tea… He hadn’t come in… If I went and knocked on his door… If I took the tea to him… I don’t have sex or anything on my mind, anyway, I just made love to him in my dream and ejaculated. If I had two conversations like a human being… If I went Jul my loneliness… In the end I couldn’t stop, I couldn’t stand it… I got up, put a clean panties, a bra, a dress out of the closet on me. I cleaned myself up a little in the makeup mirror in a hurry…
I took a look at myself in the length mirror of the wardrobe, beautiful… I chose a dress with a skirt above the knee, a collar slightly low-cut, for some reason… I went to the kitchen with hectic steps, put the tea pot, cups on a tray and went downstairs, knocked on the door. Tolga opened it. Check by check, – “I made tea, but there is no sugar left in the house, Tolga. You have it, I came for a drink together, if I don’t disturb …” I said. He was wearing sweatpants, he invited me inside, – “Come, sis, what does discomfort mean? I’ll change my clothes until you put the tea on…” he said. – I said, ”No need, dear, it doesn’t matter the evening time, your clothes, don’t bother …”. I went inside. I prepared the teas by placing the tray on the coffee table in the living room. Tolga also brought the sugar. We turned on the TV and started drinking tea and chatting. The word got around, he came to our loneliness, – “Ahmet abi doesn’t seem to be at home …” he said. Even hearing his name was enough to make me lose my pleasure. “ “No, he has also gone on business, he will not come for a few days.I said.
Then I couldn’t resist and added. “It wouldn’t matter if it happened anyway, he’s always getting drunk, passing out… I’m always alone like this…” As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I came to myself, what was I saying…? I looked at Tolga with flushed cheeks, he was looking at me with understanding, affectionate glances… He kept shaking his head from side to side, there was an expression of pity for me in his eyes. The computer in the corner caught my attention. I used the computer as an excuse to change the subject, to get away from dangerous waters. I asked a couple of questions, he opened and showed me a few things I didn’t know… I liked it so much that the pedantic pedant told me, I could listen to him for hours… When he opened the Internet and showed a couple of sites, the porn site he had opened accidentally appeared on the screen… Naked women, men, everything was covered with pictures of relationships on the square, he covered the screen… He tried to close the opened pictures with a flushed face in a hurry – “Well, I think the virus has entered, sister…” he stuttered on the one hand…
So I was embarrassed and turned my head away. I was married, but I was as ignorant as Tolga on these issues, and I was embarrassed like a young girl, just as much as he was… I thought for a moment if I should get up and leave, then I gave up, I couldn’t sit alone at home like a pussy… We turned off the computer and sat quietly next to each other on the wide sofa. Why, then Tolga broke the silence, – “Rose, sister, I’m sorry. Believe me, I didn’t do it on purpose…” I looked at his face. His handsome, beautiful face… His blue eyes were telling me that I wasn’t lying… I reached out my hand and put it on his hand, wanting to console him, – “Don’t worry yourself, Tolga …” I said. “You’re young, you’re single… Normal things like that…” It’s like I’m very experienced, I know a lot…
When he said this, the warmth of his hand burned my hand almost, I quickly pulled my hand away… I was surprised what to do. That electric air just wouldn’t dissipate. I had to do something. I got up, refreshed the teas. While I was handing the tea cup to Tolga with trembling hands, when he extended his hand, it hit my hand, the hot tea cup toppled over into his lap as it was. He jumped to his feet in pain. The front of the tracksuit had tea, it was smoking. He rushed to the bathroom in a hurry. I was also upset that the child was hurt… After the first surprise, I immediately twitched it from behind in order to help… I opened the bathroom door and dived in, – “Tolga, did it hurt, how did you do?” when I was asking, before I finished my sentence, I saw him take off his sweatpants and hold water to his crotch with a shower hose in the bathtub. My mouth was open, I was frozen watching him. Between his muscular legs was a thick and long Decapitation of manhood. I think he was hardened by the contact of cold water, staring straight ahead, his dick…
Of course, whether one wants to or not, at home one makes a comparison between what my husband has been inserting into me for years and this beautiful Decapitation organ. I did too. It wasn’t even related. I have taken my husband’s tiny, black dry dick inside me for the purpose of a male organ for all these years. But right now, in front of me, with its pink, huge head, veiny body, a male organ that could be looked at, kissed, inserted into me, was looking at me as if provoking me. Tolga was also frozen to death. He could not even think of hiding his dick, covering it up. His property was in the square, he forgot the shower hose with water gushing from the tip in his hand, poor thing… The water was flowing to the floor.
