I have been living in Israel for 3 years. I had a guy whom I loved very much. (At that time) This happened a year ago, after I celebrated 2 years in the country ……
I work like all normal people. The work is ordinary, like most repatriates from the CIS countries. (Cleaning offices) So I have a head of 25 years old, tall, pumped up, in general-a guy at least wherever. This happened on the holiday « Pesah ». (This is when Moses led Jews from Egypt) I was on a 2-year-old vacation, sat at home, watched TV, spat on the ceiling. Well, what can you do on vacation? And now, one fine day he called me!!! Iran is his name.
– Zaura, how are you? What are you doing tonight?
– I do nothing, my boyfriend is at work until 22 hours, so I meet him tomorrow.
– And this evening you will spend with me.
– Well, if you come after me, then I am happy.
– Come on the address.
O ’ K, I gave him my address. While I was waiting for him, I managed to take a shower, put on the most sexy clothes and even pouted my favorite spirits.
Iran was not long in coming for a long time, arrived relatively quickly, in 40 minutes I got. When he drove up to the house, he called. I took a handbag, tinted my lips and went out.
– Hi sweet, you look great today.
– Come on, just dressed like a person and combed her hair.
(In this I clearly understood. Actually I am a slender, tall brown-haired woman with brown eyes. 182 centimeters of beauty, as my mother says. 100/70/120 – not bad for my growth. My pride is my eyes! Their Asian incision gives me my Turkish origin in me. )
In general, we got into the car, came to his house. When I entered the apartment, I was struck by cleanliness usually unusual for bachelors. A romantic … was covered in the cabin;Dinner?? Dinner??? The clock was 17 hours.
– You have prepared it yourself? Can’t be!!!
– Of course himself. Do you really think that I can only hire and fire people?
– Sorry, I didn’t want to offend you, I just thought that men could not do anything around the house.
– Well, here I can. So I’m not like all men.
– I understand this. By the way, you know what you have prepared is very tasty. Is it true!
– Did you like it? I am very happy. I tried so hard to make it tasty.
Lunch smoothly moved to dinner. During the conversation, I did not notice how 3 hours passed.
– Oh, already 20:00! I didn’t even notice.
How quickly time flies, especially in the company of such a beautiful man.
I wonder, but you have something else besides the salon?
– Of course, I still have a bedroom, toilet and bathroom. What is at the moment you are interested in?
– Me …. Well, so far I am interested in the toilet, and then we’ll see.
« So, he understood the hint. What will we do next? Well, nothing, I’ll come up with something, especially since he was already a little as a little. Of course, half a bunch of wine drink!»
– Sunny, maybe we will dance?
– Yeah I do not mind. I was told that I am well dancing Arab dances. You have a radio « Iziyal »?
– Of course there is, maybe you will dance to me?
Yes, while I was dancing Iran looked at me with a frozen gaze. A noticeable bulge began to appear in his pants. Not a single man has stood before my belly dance.
– Well, I will continue? Or how?
– Better go, I’ll show you my bedroom.
What is his bedroom!!! A huge bed in half the time, just a tracrum. And what lighting! Even Cleopatra could envy this. When we entered the room, Iran pressed me with my whole body, and somehow pierced it strangely. Of course, one on one with a woman, here the pillar would not resist.
– Sunny, I can’t do this anymore, I’m just a man. I have feelings too. May I kiss you?
– And what, I didn’t say that it is impossible? Or maybe it is written on me?
How he kisses!! Like God! I do not know how the gods kiss, but I think that exactly the way I imagined myself. Our languages performed some kind of pagan dance of love. Mmm, how great it was.
– Iran, you kiss you cool, but the rest is ….
– I do the rest no worse. Do you want to try?
– Why not? After all, you also want it, really?
He gently pushed me to the bed and said:
– I so want to see you without clothes. I dreamed about this from the first day of our meeting. When you first came to my office to get a job, I fell in love with you.
I did not answer him, but began to unfasten the buttons on the blouse. Iran feverishly began to pull off his clothes. When swimming trunks … flew off him;…. The 25-centimeter pride of any man escaped from his « captivity ». If I were a man, I would die of envy.
– Wow, this is yes! And how do you go with this? It does not interfere?
– Well, what are you, he is not worth it all the time. But lately, when I think about you, I really am uncomfortable to walk.
I’m tired that he says a lot and I shut his mouth with a kiss. I got a familiar itching in the bottom of the abdomen. How I wanted him!!! This is what I missed these few days – to feel a big cock in me. Finally it happened! HOORAY!!!
My patience came to an end, and in one motion I just planted on his dick. In surprise, Iran flinched, but did not try to move away. (Just try!)
For a while I did not move, enjoying the sensations of fullness inside my vagina. This man was helpless as a newborn baby. He lay under me and a look, it would seem to pray not to leave him at least in these wonderful moments. Catching the gaze of his beautiful eyes, I began to move slowly. Up and down, up and down, while rotating with hips. Iran hugged me with one hand, and my clitoris caressed me with the other. The feeling was unearthly. I accelerated the pace of my movements, squeezing its dick with the muscles of the vagina. My boss, no, my lover began to suck my chest, while experiencing a clear pleasure. The orgasm was not long in coming.
It was an explosion of the nuclear power plant, a small trembling began to beat me, a whirlwind of stars, comets and meteorites squeezed me in my head. At the same time, Iran arched under me and shot at me with a stream of his sperm. She seemed to fill all my cells. All the neighbors heard our screams. (At least it seemed to me at that moment) then I exhaustedly fell on my lover’s chest. After half an hour, he suggested that I go to the shower in order to make up for a supply of strength.
We went to the shower together, Iran gently soaped every part of my body. He treated me as gently, as if I was made of crystal. During washing, he whispered in my ear all kinds of cute obscenities. (I hate men who, after sex, turn to you with their backs and fall asleep. Yes, not only me. Any woman will agree with me). A few minutes later, he pressed me against the wall and said:
– I want you again, my life, you will let me make you well?
– Well, of course, my joy, if it is exactly the same as for the first time, I will die from pleasure.
– It will be even better. I promise you, don’t worry!
– Yes, just let’s go into the room, I don’t want to break my hands and legs.
We went back to the bedroom. He put me on the edge of the bed, and knelt down. What will happen next I already knew. Iran began to kiss my stomach, slowly going down lower and lower. Finally he got to my « girls » (as my boyfriend says all the time) and began to kiss her, at the same time biting the clitoris. (I would never have thought that some guys like to lick female pussy). What I felt cannot be conveyed in words. I have no such words in vocabulary. His tongue, then licked my « lips », then I sat right in the vagina.
My whole body burned, between my legs was « the World Flood », and my heart was beating at a speed of 100 strokes per second. 20 minutes a wave of orgasm overwhelmed my body. I started to tremble and wriggle. Some words in Arabic and Persian languages fell from the mouth. I bent like a sickle of a young moon, my fingers clung to my hair « sweet tormentor », and finally I almost unconscious on the bed. There was a feeling that I did not have a single bone left, only a feeling of satisfaction.
– Iran, thank you. I have never been so good. I am very pleased.
– I’m so glad that I managed to satisfy you as it should. Maybe you will come to me somehow later?
– I don’t know how it turns out …
I got up, he helped me get dressed, we got out of the apartment, got into the car and went to my house. After all, it was already morning. He stopped in front of my house, kissed me and said:
– I don’t want to let you go. I love you.
These three words stirred my whole life, turned it in a different direction. When I came home, my friend called me and said that she had to marry another girl, because their parents sung them when the children were still small.
I wished him happiness, and the strangest thing – I was not at all upset …
In the evening I picked up the phone’s phone and dialed the number with who I was at night. In short, we got married with him in a month. And still happy.
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