lubricant gel maid porn Hi. My name is Funda. i am 27 years old, I am married, I have no children. I met my husband, who is 15 years older than me, when I was going to class to prepare for university exams. 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. My college plans were thrown in the trash, we got married soon.
And from the wedding night, my understanding mature man disappeared, or rather, he took off his mask, and was replaced by an ignorant, rude, slutty, overly jealous husband type. During the engagement period (My princess! My baby!) the man who was hanging around me just the first night, without paying attention to my fears, self-contraction, flutterings, tore apart my wedding dress and undressed me. He undressed himself while looking at my naked, blind, untouched body with shining eyes like a perverted rapist. With his stocky, extremely hairy body that appeared, he almost attacked and started struggling on the naive girl who was waiting for a romantic wedding nightâŠ
When he Decamped, sweating profusely, and rolled over on his side like an ox, I was watching the ceiling with my virginal blood flowing between my legs to the bed, my tears flowing from my cheeks to the pillow, my pain in my groin and my terrible regret. When I turned my head to the side, I caught sight of my wedding dress, which was torn to pieces on the floor. The regret in me suppressed the twinge in my groin, (God, what have I done?) I said to myself. And until today, Iâve lived with this phrase for almost 10 years, (What have I done?).
Thereâs no turning back, Dad wonât 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? Iâve been married to this man like a plant all these years. Coming home in the evening with the smell of drinking cigarettes, usually alcoholic. Three or five, out of their own interest, conversations that I donât care about. The entrance to the bed. Getting on top of me with his hairy-bellied, disgusting torso. And a brief sex without kissing, without caressing. He ejaculates himself, rolls over on his side and starts snoring. And what about his extreme jealousy? My crime is to be young and beautiful. No going out, no friends and family meetings, curtains closed, limited intercourse with the downstairs tenants, a full captive life. He also blamed me for not having a child at every opportunity. And Iâm not upset about it at all. I thought it was better to live without children 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 facts, not excuses. If there wasnât such an age difference between my husband and me, if he understood me, really loved me, fed me in bed, would I have experienced all this, this relationship? Dec. I donât think so!
And do I regret it? Absolutely not! I have no regrets! Tolga, this young, handsome, strong man, because he taught me about life, how to live, sex, satisfaction, satisfaction, orgasm, love, being loved, laughing. I donât regret it at all. On the contrary, I am very happy!
It all started 2 years ago. When my husband was going to another city for three days for work, he left me alone in the big house with a thousand and one warnings. I was about to die of boredom. Our tenants on the lower floor, where I always go and chat, had also gone to the village⊠There was a knock on the door late in the evening. 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 opened the door curiously.
Tolga timidly said, âGood evening, sister Funda, Iâve disturbed you, but our parents are not there, they havenât arrived until this hour. Do you have any idea where they are?â said. His family had gone to the village in a hurry in the morning, a relative had passed away. I told him, âThey left a note for you, didnât you see it?I said. âI havenât seen it, sister Funda. Iâm disturbing you, good eveningâŠâ he said. I didnât want him to leave, I was terribly bored. I was thrown out, âCome on, Tolga, I also made tea. Have a cup of tea, go like that!I said. âNo, sister Funda, donât bother me, Iâll go. I had work on the computer. Thank you!â he said, he 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, itâs like the walls were coming over me. I undressed, threw myself on the bed. I started doing what Iâve always done, fondling myself by having fantasies. My eyes are closed, one hand is in my panties, the other hand is on my chest, I dreamed while rubbing my nippleâŠ
It was also easy to dream tonight. Tolga, the usual hero of my fantasies, was just at my door. I dreamed that he didnât 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 she was sucking my nipples in my dream, I squeezed and rubbed both my nipples between my fingers, which I wet with my tongue. Dec. Tuesday Dec. In my dream, when the young iris got between my legs with her torso and fucked me, both my hands plunged into my panties, I compressed my pussy lips and released my middle finger inside. I writhed in my cold bed, caressing myself caressingly, fingering my pussy. I moaned and ejaculated.
Iâm naked with only wet panties on, gasping, lying on my back and looking at the ceiling (Is this life?) i thought. Will my life be like this? Caress and caress myself. Alone. Alone. With an old, unsympathetic, jealous, despotic husband. Four walls are starting to close in on me again. I felt like I was at the bottom of the grave and I was overwhelmed. I couldnât breathe.
Then Tolga came to my mind. He was alone downstairs, just like me. Tea. Oh, yeah. I told him I was making tea. He hadnât come in. Should I go and knock on his door? Should I take the tea to him? Iâm not thinking about sex or anything, Iâve just had sex with him in my dream and ejaculated. Can I have two conversations like a human being? If I leave my loneliness?
At last I could not bear it. I got up, put a clean panties, a bra, a dress in the closet on Jul. 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. It was beautiful. For some reason, I chose a dress that my husband does not allow me to wear outside, that I use at home, the skirt is above the knee, the collar is slightly low-cut. I went to the kitchen with hurried steps, put the teapot and glasses on a tray and went straight downstairs. I pressed the bell. Tolga opened it.
Check by check, âI made tea, but there is no sugar left in the house, Tolga. You have one, I came for a drink together, if I donât disturb you?I said. He was wearing sweatpants, he invited me inside, âCome sis, what does discomfort mean? Iâll change my clothes until you fill up the teasâŠâ he said. âNo need, dear, it doesnât matter if youâre wearing evening time, donât bother!I said. 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 wandered around, he came to our loneliness, âAhmet abi is not at home, I guess?â said. Even hearing his name was enough to make me lose my pleasure. I said, âNo, heâs gone for work too, he wonât be back for a few daysâŠâ. Then I couldnât resist and added, âIt wouldnât matter if it happened anyway, heâs constantly getting drunk, passing out. Iâm always alone like this, tooâŠâ I said.
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 a pitying expression 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 up and showed me a few things I didnât know. I liked it so much that the pedantic pedant told me, I could have listened to him for hoursâŠ
While opening the Internet and showing one or two sites, the pĂžrnĂž site, which he had opened earlier by mistake, appeared on the screen. Naked women, men, everything was covered with pictures of fucking in the square. He tried to close the opened pictures with a flushed face in a hurry. âWell, I think itâs gone viral, sisâŠâ he was stuttering on the one hand. So I was embarrassed and turned my head away. I was married, but I was at least as ignorant as Tolga about these issues, and I was as embarrassed as a young girl, at least as much as he was. I thought for a moment if I should get up and leave, then I gave up, I couldnât sit at home alone like a pussy bird. We turned off the computer and sat quietly next to each other on the large sofa.
Why then Tolga broke the silence, âFunda sis, Iâm sorry. Believe me, I didnât do it on purposeâŠâ he said. I looked at his face. His handsome, beautiful face. Her blue eyes were telling me I wasnât lying. I stretched out my hand and put it on his hand, wanting to comfort him, âDonât worry yourself, Tolga. Youâre young, youâre single. Such things are normal!I said. As if I was very experienced, as if I knew a lot. While saying this, the warmth of his hand burned my hand almost, I quickly pulled my hand away. I was puzzled what to do. That electric air just wouldnât 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 become tea, it was smoking steam. He rushed to the bathroom in a hurry. I was also upset that the boy got hurt. After my first surprise, I immediately twitched it from behind in order to help. I opened the bathroom door and walked in. âTolga, did it hurt you, how are you?â while asking, I saw that he had taken off the tracksuit bottoms and was holding water to his crotch with a shower hose in the bathtubâŠ
My mouth was open, I was frozen watching him. He had a thick and long cock between his muscular legs. Dec. Of course, whether one wants to or not, at home one makes a comparison between this beautiful cock and what my husband has been inserting into me for years. Dec. I did too. Iâve been sucking my husbandâs tiny, black, dry dick for dick all these years. But right now, in front of me, a pink cock with a huge head, a veiny torso, a to 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 cock, covering it up. His property was in the square, he had forgotten the shower hose that gushed water from the tip in his hand, poor thing, the water was flowing to the floor.
