lisa porn Dia duit; Selcan Is ainm dom, tĂĄ mĂ© 23 bliana d ‘ aois, is bean shingil mĂ©. Is duine auburn, 1.65 ard, gnĂĄthmheĂĄchan mĂ©. Baineann mo scĂ©al leis an mĂ©id a tharla Le Fear CĂ©ile Mo chol ceathrar Kenan. Is fear tuircis iomlĂĄn 34 bliain d ‘ aois Ă© Kenan. I ndĂĄirĂre, nĂ raibh aon smaointe den sĂłrt sin agam faoi ar dtĂșs.
LĂĄ amhĂĄin nuair a thĂĄinig Siad Go Mardin, d ‘ iarr fear cĂ©ile mo chol ceathrar orm mo rĂomhaire trĂĄthnĂłna. Thug mĂ© mo rĂomhaire dĂł freisin. BhĂ Kenan i bhfostĂș ar an rĂomhaire ar feadh thart ar 1 uair an chloig. Ach cĂ©n chaoi a raibh a fhios agam go bhfĂ©adfĂĄ dul isteach i do thaifid roimhe seo agus a fheiceĂĄil go raibh mĂ© ag lĂ©amh scĂ©alta gnĂ©is ar an suĂomh seo. NĂor dhĂșirt Kenan tada liom ar feadh tamaill. Ach lĂĄ amhĂĄin nuair a bhĂomar inĂĄr suĂ sa chlĂłs trĂĄthnĂłna, ag caitheamh toitĂn rĂșnda Ăł na sinsir (tĂĄ teach clasaiceach Mardin againn le clĂłs), dĂșirt sĂ© liom, “Selcan, nĂĄ bĂ cearr liom, ach bheadh sĂ© go maith duit mĂĄ scriosann tĂș an t-am atĂĄ thart nuair a thĂ©ann tĂș ar lĂne. Come on, Ben, mar sin fĂ©in, nuair a fheiceann duine eile Ă©, b ‘ fhĂ©idir nach gceapfadh siad rudaĂ maithe duit. Is duine thĂș a bhfuil aois ĂĄirithe sroichte agat, mar sin is gnĂĄth na suĂomhanna a dtĂ©ann tĂș isteach iontu, ach tabhair aird fĂłs!”chomh luath agus a dĂșirt sĂ© sin, dhoirteadh uisce fiuchta sĂos mo cheann.
Toisc gur teaghlach mutaqib muid (fiĂș mura bhfuil tuirbĂnĂ ĂĄ gcaitheamh againn). D ‘ fhĂ©adfainn a bheith mĂthuisceanach trĂĄth ar bith. Ach labhair Kenan chomh croĂĂșil sin go raibh mĂ© compordach ag brath air beagĂĄinĂn. Agus muid ag caint amhail is nĂĄr tharla rud ar bith, bhĂ an fhĂric go raibh a fhios ag fear faoi na rudaĂ a bhĂ ĂĄ dhĂ©anamh agam ag tosĂș ag caolĂș orm. Fear an-dathĂșil agus lĂșthchleasaĂochta a bhĂ i Kenan i ndĂĄirĂre, bhĂ m ‘ inchinn ag snĂomh nuair a bhĂ mĂ© ag smaoineamh ar na rudaĂ seo, bhĂ mĂ© ag ejaculating mo chosa go minic san ĂĄit a raibh mĂ© I mo shuĂ, ag fĂ©achaint isteach i sĂșile Kenan. Anois caitheadh gach nĂłimĂ©ad de mo chuid ama ag smaoineamh Ar Kenan. TĂĄ a fhios agam go raibh an rud a rinne mĂ© mĂcheart, ach fĂłs fĂ©in, dĂșirt rud Ă©igin liom nach raibh sĂ© folamh fĂșm ach an oiread. Thairis sin, Ăłs rud Ă© go raibh a fhios agam freisin faoi na fadhbanna a bhĂ aige lena bhean chĂ©ile, bhĂ mĂ© ag smaoineamh air le fonn nĂos mĂł fĂłs.
LĂĄ amhĂĄin chuamar chun bricfeasta leo arĂs. Nuair a Ă©irĂm ar maidin, nĂ chaithim bra, agus an lĂĄ sin bhĂ t-lĂ©ine bĂĄn orm arĂs, agus shuigh mĂ© ag an mbord i bhfolach a oiread agus ab fhĂ©idir. Ach is dĂłigh liom Go mbeidh Kenan tugtha faoi deara go raibh sĂ© i gcĂłnaĂ ag fĂ©achaint ar mo bhrollach. An nĂos mĂł a smaoinigh mĂ© air, is deacra a thĂĄinig mo sinĂ agus is mĂł a uisceadh mo phussy leis an Ă©ifeacht a bhĂ dĂreach tar Ă©is dĂșiseacht. NĂ raibh mĂ© in ann seasamh go fĂłill. BhĂ mo thuismitheoirĂ ag caint faoi rud Ă©igin, BhĂ Kenan ag glacadh pĂĄirte sna comhrĂĄite, uaireanta bhĂ sĂ© ag bualadh orm le focail Nollaig. Ach nĂ raibh fonn ar bith orm labhairt faoi rud ar bith, nĂł rud ar bith a ithe. Ansin Rinne Kenan iarracht tobac a chaitheamh. BhĂ sĂ© ina shuĂ dĂreach os mo chomhair, agus nuair a sheas sĂ© suas, chonaic mĂ© an puffiness ar thaobh tosaigh a shorts. BhĂ sĂ© chomh mĂłr sin go mbeinn tar Ă©is sĂneadh amach agus Ă© a bhrĂș le mo lĂĄmha mura mbeadh nĂĄire orm. SĂlim gur thug sĂ© faoi deara mo chuid cuma freisin. Ach nĂ raibh aon rud le dĂ©anamh agam, bhĂ mĂ© chomh dona. Nuair a chuaigh mĂ© isteach i mo leaba an oĂche sin, ag smaoineamh Ar Kenan, strĂłic mĂ© mo phussy arĂs agus arĂs eile agus thĂĄinig crith ar mo chosa, ejaculated mĂ© cosĂșil le tuilte uisce.
LĂĄ amhĂĄin, agus mĂ© I mo shuĂ liom fĂ©in sa bhaile arĂs, ghlaoigh Kenan amach an fhuinneog, ” Selcan, NĂl aon duine sa bhaile, agus tĂĄ caife aisteach agam freisin, an bhfĂ©adfĂĄ Ă© a dhĂ©anamh dom mura bhfuil sĂ© ina chonstaic? Agus caithfimid tobac le chĂ©ile!”dĂșirt. Ba dheis dochreidte Ă© seo dom. Chuaigh mĂ© dĂreach bĂ©al dorais go teach mo aintĂnĂ, chuaigh mĂ© isteach sa chistin, thosaigh mĂ© ag dĂ©anamh caife. Is Kenan In Dec? BhĂ sĂ© ag caitheamh shorts daingean agus t-lĂ©ine, ag taispeĂĄint comhrianta uile a choirp. Go hĂĄirithe Ăłs rud Ă© gur scaoil a choileach mĂłr, a bhĂ le feiceĂĄil faoi na shorts, mĂ© arĂs. Agus muid ag comhrĂĄ anseo agus ansiĂșd, bhĂ caife againn freisin, lĂon mĂ© na cupĂĄin lĂĄithreach agus shuĂomar sa chistin agus lasamar ĂĄr gcuid toitĂnĂ.
TĂĄ ĂĄbhair ag oscailt agus iad ag oscailt, chuamar sĂos ar na fadhbanna a bhĂ Ag Kenan le mo chol ceathrar. BhĂ Kenan ag rĂĄ go raibh drogall mĂłr ar a bhean chĂ©ile go gnĂ©asach agus nach bhfĂ©adfaidĂs a bheith le chĂ©ile ach gach 4 mhĂ nĂł mar sin. DĂșirt mĂ©, ” Nach mbeidh tĂș rĂł-fonnmhar? B ‘ fhĂ©idir go bhfuil an fhadhb leat!”DĂșirt mĂ©,” rud Ă©igin mar sin. Ach dĂșirt sĂ© liom freisin, “Sea, tĂĄim an-sĂĄsta, b’ fhĂ©idir, ach, an dĂĄ rud is dĂłigh liom go bhfuil sĂ© mar gheall air sin, agus sĂlim go bhfuil na tomhais rud beag an iomarca, b ‘ fhĂ©idir mar gheall air sin!”dĂșirt. Agus dĂșirt mĂ©, ” Cad atĂĄ i gceist agat, mĂ©id?DĂșirt mĂ©. “NĂĄ cuimhnigh, dĂ©anaimis trĂd an gcuid seo de!”dĂșirt. Ach bhĂ a fhios agam cad a bhĂ i gceist aige. Nuair a d ‘ fhiafraigh sĂ© go leanĂșnach, “Selcan, TĂĄ sĂ© mĂcheart dom labhairt faoi seo fiĂș, ach a thuiscint, tĂĄ mĂ©id mo ruda rud beag mĂłr!”dĂșirt sĂ©,” bĂodh nĂĄire ort. BhĂ mĂ© cosĂșil le, ” CĂ© chomh mĂłr Ă© sin, Ăł dĂșirt tĂș mĂłr?”D’ iarr mĂ©. DĂșirt sĂ© liom go hindĂreach, ” Seo Ă©, thart ar 5-6 orlach nĂos mĂł nĂĄ mar is gnĂĄch!”dĂșirt. Agus dĂșirt mĂ© lĂĄithreach, ” CĂ© mhĂ©ad atĂĄ gnĂĄth? CĂ© mhĂ©ad atĂĄ agatsa?”Chuir mĂ© an cheist trĂ rĂĄ. “Ă, Selcan ya, sin 23 orlach!”dĂșirt sĂ© agus chas sĂ© corcairdhearg.
Ag an nĂłimĂ©ad sin, mhothaigh mĂ© aisteach istigh freisin. Nuair a shiĂșil mĂ© timpeall ar lĂne, chonaic mĂ© dicks na bhfear, ach is dĂłigh liom gur rud go hiomlĂĄn difriĂșil Ă© seo. Agus rugadh fonn ionam Ă© a fheiceĂĄil a luaithe is fĂ©idir. Agus mĂ© ag smaoineamh ar na rudaĂ seo, ar an drochuair BhĂ Kenan ag iarraidh an t-ĂĄbhar a athrĂș, ag lĂ©im Ăł theochtaĂ na haimsire go gach cineĂĄl ĂĄbhar eile. Bhris mĂ© mo rĂșn uair amhĂĄin. Theastaigh uaim Mo mhaighdeanas, a choinnigh mĂ© go dtĂ an aois seo, A Thabhairt Do Kenan, an fear a raibh suim agam ann le tamall agus fear mo bhrionglĂłidĂ. DĂĄla an scĂ©il, bhĂ ĂĄr gcaife beagnach thart. Nollaig Ag an nĂłimĂ©ad sin thĂĄinig smaoineamh chugam, lig mĂ© orm a bheith meadhrĂĄn agus mĂ© ag glacadh ĂĄr gcupĂĄin agus thit mĂ© fĂ©in ina airmâŠ
Sula raibh Iontas Ar Kenan faoin mĂ©id a tharla, dĂșirt SĂ©, “Selcan, an bhfuil tĂș ceart go leor? Lig dom roinnt uisce a thabhairt duit?”faoin am a dĂșirt mĂ© Ă© sin, bhĂ comhrianta uile a colainne tosaithe agam cheana fĂ©in. Chuir mĂ© mo lĂĄmh ar bholg Kenan fiĂș toisc go raibh mo lĂĄmh dĂomhaoin. Ach nĂ raibh sĂ© aineolach ar seo go lĂ©ir, bhĂ sĂ© ag iarraidh aire a thabhairt dom. BhĂ mo lĂĄmh anois ar chrotch Kenan, agus bhĂ mĂ© ar lap Kenan. CibĂ© rud a tharla ag an nĂłimĂ©ad sin, agus nuair a d ‘oscail mĂ© mo shĂșile agus d’ fhĂ©ach mĂ©, chonaic mĂ© go raibh lĂ©iriĂș Kenan athraithe freisin, agus go tobann chuaigh ĂĄr liopaĂ isteach. BhĂ sĂ© mar nach raibh muid ag pĂłgadh, bhĂomar ag ithe liopaĂ a chĂ©ile. Ă bhĂ a fhios againn nach dtiocfadh na daoine sa bhaile go dtĂ trĂĄthnĂłna, bhĂ gach rud ag dul mar a theastaigh uaim. CĂ© Go raibh Kenan ag ithe mo liopaĂ ar thaobh amhĂĄin, bhĂ a lĂĄmha ag bogadh ar mo bhrollach ar an lĂĄimh eile. BhĂ mĂ© ag tosĂș ag dul ar mire, bhĂ fear i dteagmhĂĄil lĂ©i agus ĂĄ phĂłgadh den chĂ©ad uair. BhĂ mo ghluaiseachtaĂ nua, ach threoraigh sĂ© mĂ© chomh hĂĄlainn sin nach raibh sĂ© fiĂș ag obair dul ar mire.
Is cuma cad a tharlaĂonn anois, ag smaoineamh, “Kenan, ba mhaith liom a bheith leatsa!DĂșirt mĂ©. Fuair sĂ© suas mĂ© lĂĄithreach, shuigh mĂ© sĂos ag an mbord, bhĂ sĂ© ag baint mo chuid Ă©adaigh go mall, ag rith a liopaĂ thar mo chraiceann ar thaobh amhĂĄin, agus ar an taobh eile, bhĂ a mhĂ©ara ag iniĂșchadh mo phrĂobhĂĄideachta go lĂ©ir. NĂ raibh mĂ© ag dĂ©anamh rud ar bith, ach bhĂ mo phussy sĂĄithithe agus bhĂ sĂ© ag tosĂș ag sceitheadh as mo chrotch. BhĂ mĂ© ag gearĂĄn go litriĂșil faoi liopaĂ Kenan. “TĂĄ tĂș iontach, a stĂłr, ba mhaith liom tĂș a mhothĂș istigh ionam le gach rud!”BhĂ mĂ© beagnach ag impĂ. Ach dĂșirt sĂ©, ” DĂ©an Socair, a ĂĄilleacht, go mall, nĂl aon deifir orainn!”ag rĂĄ sin, bhĂ sĂ© ag rith a theanga timpeall mo chrotch ar thaobh amhĂĄin agus ag strĂłiceadh mo chosa ar an taobh eile. Agus nuair a chonaic mĂ© mnĂĄ ag licking a gcuid pĂșitsĂ ar an IdirlĂon, dĂșirt mĂ© gur mhaith liom go mbeadh fear ann a ligh mĂ© mar sin, bhĂ mo mhian ag teacht i gcrĂch. CĂ© go Raibh mĂ©ara Kenan ag brĂș mo sinĂ, bhĂ a theanga i mo phussy sĂĄithithe. BhĂ mĂ© gan smĂĄl agus BhĂ Kenan ag licking mo pussy cosĂșil le dĂșsachtach. D ‘ fhĂ©adfainn a bhraitheann go raibh mĂ© ag conradh, go raibh rud Ă©igin ag sileadh trĂom. De rĂ©ir mar a bhrĂșigh sĂ© a theanga isteach ionam, bhĂ mĂ© ag crith agus ag gearĂĄn cosĂșil le craiceĂĄilte. BhĂ mĂ© ag impĂ anois, ” Tar isteach, le do thoil, ba mhaith liom an coileach mĂłr sin de do chuid fĂ©in!”mar gheall ar.
Sheas Kenan suas agus bhain sĂ© a chuid Ă©adaigh le ribe. Ba Ă© seo an chĂ©ad uair riamh a chonaic mĂ© baill ghiniĂșna fear beo. Rud iontach a bhĂ ann, le fĂ©itheacha ollmhĂłra agus ceann cosĂșil le beacĂĄn. “Ar mhaith leat Ă© a liceĂĄil?”d’ iarr sĂ©, agus gan smaoineamh, thĂłg mĂ© i mo lĂĄmha Ă©, rinne mĂ© scrĂșdĂș RĂ©asĂșnta Air ar dtĂșs, mhothaigh mĂ© i mo lĂĄmha Ă© agus thĂłg mĂ© idir mo liopaĂ Ă©. BhĂ mĂ© ĂĄ dhĂ©anamh mar a bhĂ sna scannĂĄin ghreannmhara a bhĂ ĂĄ mbreathnĂș agam. Thosaigh mĂ© go mall ag sleamhnĂș an coileach mĂłr sin isteach i mo bhĂ©al. Agus Ă© ag rith a lĂĄmha trĂ mo chuid gruaige, ba chosĂșil gur fhĂĄg sĂ© gach rud chugam. Le cruas ar fad, bhĂ mĂ© in ann Ă© a chur i mo bhĂ©al beagĂĄn. D ‘fhĂ©adfainn a bholg a chloisteĂĄil ag dul suas agus sĂos agus a rothaĂ de rĂ©ir mar a d’ Ă©irigh a anĂĄlĂș nĂos minice. Phioc sĂ© suas mĂ© agus thug sĂ© don bhord mĂ©, bhĂ sĂ© ag dĂ©anamh a liopaĂ agus a lĂĄmha ag caint arĂs. NĂ raibh beagnach aon ĂĄit fĂĄgtha nĂĄr fhliuch a theanga mo chraiceann. “Go leor, le do thoil, fuck, tĂĄ mĂ© craiceĂĄilte, tar ar!”trĂ sin a rĂĄ, bhĂ mĂ© ag dĂ©anamh an-chomhsheasmhach dĂł. DĂșirt sĂ© liom, ” is maighdean tĂș, nach bhfuil?”Nuair a dĂșirt sĂ©, “CibĂ© rud a tharlĂłidh, is mise mise, tĂłg mĂ©!”Thosaigh mĂ© ag impĂ.
BhĂ an nĂłimĂ©ad sin tagtha. Is Kenan on me? Ar thaobh amhĂĄin, bhĂ sĂ© ag brĂș mo sinĂ lena fhiacla, ar an lĂĄimh eile, bhĂ a choileach mĂłr cruaite ag ciorcal timpeall ar bhealach isteach mo phussy. BhĂ mĂ© ag maos fliuch agus ag impĂ air Ă© a ghreamĂș isteach. Ar dtĂșs rug sĂ© ar a coileach, ag ciorcal timpeall ag bealach isteach mo phussy, ag rĂĄ, ” An bhfuil tĂș rĂ©idh, a stĂłr?”dĂșirt. Agus mise, Ăł moaning, dĂșirt mĂ© dĂreach, ” Tar ar!”BhĂ mĂ© in ann a rĂĄ. BhĂ mĂ© ag tosĂș ag mothĂș go raibh ceann mĂłr dick i mo pussy. Nuair a thĂĄinig cuid acu isteach, bhĂ sĂ© mar a bheadh mo shaol tar Ă©is titim orm. As mo bhĂ©al, ” Ufff!”ghlaoigh guth amach. Ach in ainneoin na pian a bhĂ ĂĄ fhulaingt agam, theastaigh nĂos mĂł uaim. BhĂ Kenan ag dĂ©anamh gach gluaiseacht le cĂșram mĂłr gan mĂ© a ghortĂș. BhĂ sĂ© ag tosĂș go mall ag dul isteach i ndoimhneacht mo phussy. BhĂ mĂ© ag ardĂș mo chrotch agus ag dĂ©anamh slĂ dĂł greim nĂos mĂł a fhĂĄil. BhĂ sĂ© go hiomlĂĄn istigh ionam anois agus ag fanacht. Nuair a d ‘fhĂ©ach mĂ© isteach ina shĂșile, d’ fhĂ©adfainn an plĂ©isiĂșr a bhĂ ĂĄ fhĂĄil aige a fheiceĂĄil. BhĂ mo mhaighdeanas imithe agus bhraith mĂ© go raibh mĂ© ag cur folaâŠ
Nuair a thosaigh Kenan ag luasghĂ©arĂș a ghluaiseachtaĂ, thosaigh mĂ© ag gearĂĄn freisin. BhĂ sĂ© ag fucking dom mar i mo bhrionglĂłidĂ, gan mĂ© a ghortĂș, go mall. De rĂ©ir mar a luathaigh sĂ©, thosaigh mothĂș mĂłr plĂ©isiĂșir ag glacadh ĂĄit na pian. BhĂ mo chorp ag crith cosĂșil le gealbhan beag. BhĂ mĂ© ag gearĂĄn Faoi Kenan cosĂșil le craiceĂĄilte. Agus Ă ag bogadh isteach agus amach as mo phussy, macalla fuaimeanna mo chuid uiscĂ plĂ©isiĂșir sa chistin. BhĂ ĂĄr gcomhlachtaĂ aontaithe, d ‘ fhĂ©adfainn an meĂĄchan go lĂ©ir a mhothĂș. Chaith mĂ© mo chosa timpeall a choim agus bhĂ sĂ© ag tosĂș ag luasghĂ©arĂș nĂos mĂł fĂłs mar fhreagra. Anois bhĂ a gluaiseachtaĂ tosaithe ag cruaite, agus de rĂ©ir mar a shiĂșil sĂ anonn is anall istigh ionam, d ‘ fhĂ©adfainn na fĂ©itheacha go lĂ©ir agus teas uile a coileach mĂłr a mhothĂș i ndoimhneacht is doimhne mo phussy. BhĂ muid cosĂșil le craiceĂĄilte, agus nĂ cuimhin liom cĂ© mhĂ©ad uair a ejaculated mĂ© go dtĂ an nĂłimĂ©ad sin.