yatılı okulda altı isveçli kız seksi 2025 Japonya pornosu After studying at the university in Yozgat, I found a job and did not return to Istanbul immediately. As a person who understands account book business in a private company, I was running for every job. I wasn’t making much, but I still had some money left over for rent and other expenses. Rent was also coming from the paternal heritage house in Istanbul. My intention was to save some money here, return to Istanbul and find a job there. Which, at the end of a few years, I had enough money.
I left my job two weeks before my departure date, said goodbye to my acquaintances. I wanted to Deconstruct and relax a little after my busy working life and before the job search process, which will be more intense. I wouldn’t have been so comfortable in Istanbul. I had not seen many women’s faces in this city where I had spent about five years after college. I couldn’t get a girlfriend or call an escort, because if I heard about it, I would be kicked out of the house. As a foreigner in such a conservative city, I already stood out enough. So I used to go on pørnø sites on the internet and watch movies and shoot 31 often and I was horny all the time.
At the beginning of that week, my door was knocked, it was Nazmiye Hanim, who lived upstairs. The husband and wife were very conservative, conservative people. Her husband was a baggy type with a skullcap. Mrs. Nazmiye was always a woman with a sheet. In all the years I’ve been sitting here, they haven’t even greeted me properly. But now she was standing in front of me alone, Nazmiye Hanim. Through the veil of her black sheet covering her face, the glow of her hazel eyes was seeping out.
We exchanged greetings on our feet, he said that he had come with the intention of saying goodbye and was doing Ashura, he asked to come in. I was surprised, but I couldn’t refuse, “Of course you are!I said. She took her slippers in, and meanwhile the whiteness of her bare feet without socks, visible from under her black sheet, attracted my attention. Dec. He got up late, I just had breakfast. “The tea is hot, shall I fill one?”when he asked, he said, ”Yes, as you wish …”. He sounded agitated. What was a woman like that doing in the house of a single man like me?
I filled your tea and put it on the coffee table. Her stockingless feet had disappeared under the skirts of her long and baggy sheet. Only her eyes and the cotton-white hand that held the tea-cup were visible. She was drinking her tea without lifting the bottom of her veil and showing her mouth to me. I put the ashura he brought on the table. While drinking his tea, he said, “Won’t you taste my ashura?” he asked. “Ha, pardon me!” so I took a spoon and came.
”I made it the other day, but I didn’t think to bring it to you, I’m sorry…” he said like a misdemeanor. “What do you mean!I said. Her ashura was very beautiful, the intense sugar and nuts in it made my current excitement and horny hit the ceiling. It was an intoxicating feeling to be in the privacy of this trusting woman almost the same age as me and whose intentions were unclear. He was shyly looking at the ground, left and right. We tried to talk idly for a while. “Do you remember my daughter?” he asked later.
“This way and that, I’m sorry for your loss again. What was wrong with him?“I asked. “The heart. A daughter of ours had passed away before for the same reason. I also had a miscarriage a few times in between. Dec.” said. I was surprised that he told me these things. “I’m sorry to remind you of these memories!I said. “There is no need to apologize… my husband Mujahid and uncle are our children. I wish we hadn’t got married Dec from time to time. But it had to be like this from the very beginning, I know that too…” he said.
The incident was understood. As a result of inbreeding, their children were born sick or had miscarriages. “And now she wants to have another child, but obviously that child will also be born sick. I don’t want. But I don’t have the strength to hold out anymore. He started threatening me… saying that if I don’t accept and I can’t get pregnant, he’ll divorce me and marry my sister. This is our custom… widows have no rights in us, my parents, brothers do not accept me, they will not take me even if I return home. And I have nowhere to go, I’m desperate …” he said. He kept his head down, his eyes wandering on the carpet as he said these things.
“It’s really a great pain… I’m sorry for you. But what does that have to do with me?“I asked. In the same way, he began to speak without lifting his head at all: “Brother Halit… I can’t stand this despair, helplessness anymore… You look like my husband, you are single, and you seem to have your manhood in place. Most importantly, you will never come here again… Let me be a victim, get me pregnant, this is my only salvation… You will save both me, my future child and my brother. My sister is not even 18 yet. Besides, if Mujahid marries her, what I’ve been through will happen to her too. His life will be ruined too…” he said.
It was a very strange proposal, it seemed like a joke, but the woman’s timidity and seriousness were evident from her every movement. I was stunned. “I’m sorry, did I get it wrong? Well, how so? Do you want to have a relationship with me, do you want to have children with me?” i asked, stammering.
“Yes, I have no choice left. I don’t want to get pregnant with my husband. We’re related after all, we can’t change that. How many times have I been running away when you want to put your hand on me, I say I don’t want to. He beat me up for it a few times, but I’m not the one who got beaten up. I don’t want to give birth to a sick child. I am willing to give everything for a healthy baby. If I were desperate, would I ever resort to such a thing?” said.
I wonder if he was making fun of me, Mrs. Nazmiye, or if he was trying to play a trick on me by going away. When I said this, she looked up and said in a trembling voice, “I just came to ask for help from you as a desperate woman. I have told you this by taking refuge in your good intentions. Why would I have any intention of making fun or playing games. If you don’t want to, I’ll leave!” he said and intended to get up. “Please sit down, please. You will admit that this is not a normal thing. So excuse me too…“ when I said, “Of course I know it’s not normal!” said.
I thought about your offer in silence, on the one hand, there was how immoral this job was, the risk that her husband would understand what had happened, the obligation to entrust my own child, who would be born, to these people. On the other hand, there was the woman’s painful state, the future of her family and sister, and the chance of having a untouched woman other than her husband, who was not bought with money in this desert-like city. It would not even be possible for me to touch a woman like Ms. Nazmiye again in my entire life.
“Are you sure?“I asked. His answer was unequivocal: “I am sure. I’ve been thinking about this for a very long time. I just didn’t know who I could do it with. I had candidates for fathers in my head, but they were all people my husband knew. It was not possible for me to do such a thing with them. The last time I heard from around that you were leaving here, you entered my mind. I realized that I couldn’t find a better candidate than you. I am aware of the sin I will commit, but I am afraid that if I miss such a chance, my next child or sister will ask me about it on the other side…” he said. When he finished speaking, his voice was in a tearful state, maybe he was crying, I couldn’t see because his eyes were bent down too much.
I kept thinking about it for a while. What was it like that he wanted? I’ve been living here all these years, but we’ve only seen each other a few times. And she wanted to have a child with a man she had only seen a few times, Nazmiye Hanim. His experiences had darkened his eyes and caused him to make this decision. He was willing to pay for the sin he would commit.
When he looked up, I saw tears in his eyes. As he wiped them with his hand, he was waiting for the answer I would give, looking curiously. In my heart (Whatever will happen!) I said, I didn’t think about it any more at length. I nodded my head in a way that indicated that I accepted. Her tearful eyes now shone with happiness, “God bless!” he said in his trembling voice.
“And how will it be, how shall we do it?“I asked. I had dreams in my head when I was asking this. I thought I was going to put Nazmiye to bed and fuck her like crazy, but the woman had prepared her plan in advance. He would go to my bedroom, undress there, lie down on the bed and wait for me. I was going to shoot 31 outside, and just when I was going to cum, I was going to walk into the room and cum in it.
After Nazmiye Hanım entered the room, my excitement went through the roof. I could hear the violent beating of my heart. A few minutes later, I took my dick out and started shooting 31, I hadn’t undressed. I was outside the door. I was close to ejaculating now. I knocked on the door, “Come in!” I heard your voice.
I entered the room, Mrs. Nazmiye was lying on the bed. The curtains were drawn. Her body was covered by my dark blanket when I stayed. He had taken off his bed sheet, put it in the corner, but he had put a black-colored beanie-like cap on his head. The bun of her hair was visible from behind the bonnet. The shape of his oval face, which I saw for the first time, was very pleasant. Her white skin was smooth, although it was covered with sheets, it was well-groomed. She had long black eyelashes, thick and shaped eyebrows. She was looking at him with fear in her big hazel eyes.
I took off my pants and panties. I moved to the end of the bed, this time he started to take his eyes off me. It was obvious that he didn’t want to see my cock, which I didn’t particularly intend to show. I started to lift the blanket slowly. His feet, wrists and legs, which saw the sun perhaps no more than 4-5 days a year, were like marble. He was hairless, hairless, immaculate.
As he continued to lift the blanket, he said, “That’s enough of what you’ve seen… get on with it!” said. I swallowed. He was staying on his knees, the lower border of the blanket. I opened his legs to both sides with my hands. My movement had pushed the blanket a little more, so much so that I could now see her thighs overflowing from the hard surface of the bed, and her fully shaved groin and Decapitated pussy in between. There was not even the slightest hair on his body.
He bent his legs from the knees and opened them from side to side. However, he was careful not to open the blanket any more. I brought my cock, which was about to cum, over her pussy, and started rubbing it up and down on her hairless shaved pussy. Nazmiye’s pussy was never wet and at the same time she was shaking unnecessarily. He was squeezing himself too much. I tried a few times, but it didn’t work out. I couldn’t get in, something like vaginismus had happened. “Relax, please, or you’re going to make this very difficult!I said.
