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My name is Rose. 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 the university for the university. After the oppression of the despotic father’s house, I fell in love with his loving and caring behavior. The beautiful gifts, compliments and wealth he received for me and the household convinced both me and my family. University plans were thrown away, we got married in a short time. And from the first wedding night, my understanding, mature man disappeared, or rather unmasked. Instead, the ignorant, rude, scumbag, extremely jealous husband type came and sat down. The man, who walked around me as “my princess, my baby” during the engagement period, without paying any attention to my fears, my stiffening and my struggles, stripped me of my wedding dress… He also undressed himself while staring at my naked, young, untouched body with glowing eyes like a perverted rapist.

When he fell to his side, drenched in blood and sweat, I was staring at the ceiling with the blood of my chastity running down the bed between my legs, the tears running down my cheeks, the pain and terrible regret in my groin. When I turned my head to the side, my eyes fell on my torn wedding dress on the floor… My regret overcame the pain in my groin, – “My God, what have I done?” And to this day, I’ve lived with that phrase for almost ten years. “What have I done?” There’s no turning back, my father won’t even open the door. No going forward, what can I do with a high school diploma without any skills, how can I make a life for myself?

All these years I’ve been married to this man like a plant. Arriving home in the evenings with the smell of alcohol and cigarettes, three to five, conversations that I don’t care about… Getting into bed… Getting into bed with a hairy belly, disgusting body on me… A short-term relationship without kissing or caressing… He ejaculates, falls over and starts snoring. My crime is being young and beautiful… Extreme jealousy… No going out, no friends and family, the curtains are closed, limited relations with the downstairs tenants, a complete prisoner life… It has hurt me that I don’t have a child at every opportunity… I have never been upset about this… I thought it was better to live alone than to bring in more creatures.

Why did I tell you this? To make excuses for my relationship with Tolga, the 20-year-old teenage son of the downstairs tenants? Yes… But these are the truth, no excuses… If my husband and I did not have such an age difference, if he understood me, truly loved me, fed me in bed, would I have lived through this relationship? I do not think so. So do I regret it? Absolutely not… I don’t regret it. Tolga, this young, handsome, strong man, taught me life, living, sexy, satisfaction, satisfaction, orgasm, love, being loved, laughing… 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 on business. He left me alone in the big house with a thousand and one admonitions. I was about to die of boredom. Our tenants downstairs, whom I always go to and chat with, had also gone to the village. There was a knock on the door late in the evening. I looked shyly through the peephole, and Tolga, the young son of the family living downstairs, was standing in front of the door. My heart sank when I saw his handsome smiling face.

I loved her very much… Her pleasant conversation, smiling face and cordial demeanor impressed me… I opened the door with curiosity, – “Good evening, Sister Rose, I bothered you, but our folks weren’t there, they didn’t come until this hour. Do you have any news?” he said timidly… His family had gone to the village urgently in the morning, they would not come for two or three days. I told you. – “They left you a note, I guess you didn’t see it…” – “I didn’t see it, Sister Gül. I bothered you, good evening…” I didn’t want him to go, I was terribly bored. I was thrown out, – “Come, Tolga, I also brewed tea. Have a cup of tea, just go…” – “No, Sister Gül, I won’t bother you, I’ll go. I had a computer job. Thank you…” he said and left. After a corner, I stared. Then I closed the door and went back to the living room, to my solitude. I wandered aimlessly through the rooms. My soul was bored, it was as if the walls were coming on me…

I undressed and threw myself on the bed. I started doing what I always do, stroking myself by fantasizing. With my eyes closed, one hand in my panties and the other on my chest, I dreamed as I rubbed my nipple. It was also easy to dream tonight… Tolga, the usual hero of my fantasies, was at my door just now. I dreamed that he didn’t go, he came in, we kissed, we made love. While Tolga hugged me, I wrapped my arms tightly around myself. While he sucked on my nipples, I squeezed and rubbed both my nipples between my wet fingers with my tongue. Both my hands dug into my panties as I imagined her young iris squeezing between my legs and screwing me, I pinched my lips and stuck my middle finger in. I squirmed in my cold bed, caressing myself, fingering my cunt… I groaned. With only my water of pleasure on me, with wet panties, naked, lying on my back gasping and staring at the ceiling, “Is this life?” I thought. Will my life be like this?

Stroking myself… Alone… Lonely… With an old, unsympathetic, jealous, despotic husband… Again, four walls began to close on me. I felt myself at the bottom of the grave and was depressed. I couldn’t breathe. Then I thought of Tolga… He was alone downstairs like me. Tea… Well… I told him I brewed tea… He hadn’t come in… If I had gone and knocked on his door… If I had taken the tea to him… I didn’t think about sex or anything, I had just made love with him in my dream and ejaculated. If I had two conversations like people… If I went away from my loneliness… Finally, I couldn’t stand it, I couldn’t stand it… I got up, put on a clean panty, a bra, a dress from the closet. I hastily spruced up myself in the make-up mirror…

Gardrobun boy aynasında kendime bir baktım, güzel… Kocamın dışarıda giymeme izin vermediği, ev içinde kullandığım eteği diz üstünde, yakası biraz dekolte elbiseyi seçmişim, nedense… Mutfağa gittim telaşlı adımlarla, çay demliğini, bardakları bir tepsiye koyup doğru aşağıya indim, kapıyı çaldım. Tolga açtı. Çekine çekine, – “Çay demledim ama evde hiç şeker kalmamış Tolga. Sizde vardır, beraber içelim diye geldim rahatsız etmezsem…” dedim. Üzerinde eşofmanlar vardı, beni içeriye davet etti, – “Gel abla, rahatsızlık ne demek? Ben üzerimi değişeyim sen çayı koyana kadar…” dedi. – “Gerek yok canım, akşam saati önemli değil giyimin, rahatsız olma…” dedim. İçeriye girdim. Salonda sehpanın üzerine tepsiyi koyarak çayları hazırladım. Tolga da şekeri getirdi. Televizyonu açıp çayımızı içmeye, sohbet etmeye başladık. Söz dolandı, yalnızlığımıza geldi, – “Ahmet abi yok galiba evde…” dedi. Adını duymak bile keyfimi kaçırmaya yetmişti. – “Yok, o da iş için gitti, birkaç gün gelmeyecek.” dedim.

Then I couldn’t resist and added it. “It wouldn’t matter if it was anyway, he’s always drunk, he’s leaking… I’m always alone like that…” As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I came to my senses, what was I saying…? I looked at Tolga with my cheeks red, he was looking at me with understanding and loving eyes… 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 and get away from dangerous waters. I asked a couple of questions, he opened and showed me a few things that I did not know… I liked it so much that the pedant told me, I could listen to him for hours… When I opened the internet and showed a couple of sites, a porn site he had opened before appeared on the screen by mistake… Naked women, men,

I was ashamed and turned my head. I was married, but I was as ignorant as Tolga in these matters and I was just as embarrassed as a young girl. Why then Tolga broke the silence, – “Gul 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 he didn’t lie… I reached out and placed my hand on his, trying to console him, – “Don’t upset yourself, my Tolga…” I said. “You are young, you are single… Normal things like that…” As if I was very experienced, as if I knew a lot…

While saying this, the warmth of his hand almost burned my hand, I quickly pulled my hand away… I was confused about what to do. That electric air would never dissipate. I should have done something. I got up, freshened the tea. While I was handing Tolga the tea glass with my trembling hands, when he extended his hand, it hit my hand, and the hot tea glass fell into his lap like it was. He jumped to his feet, burning. The front of the tracksuit was tea and smoke was smoking. He hurried to the bathroom. I was also upset because the child got hurt… After the first surprise, I immediately ran after him to help… I opened the bathroom door and dived in, – “Tolga, did you hurt, how are you?” While I was asking, before I could finish my sentence, I saw him take off his sweatpants and splash water on his groin with a shower hose in the tub. I was staring at him with my mouth open. Between his muscular legs was a thick and long phallus.

Of course, one involuntarily makes a comparison between what my husband has been putting inside me for years and this beautiful penis at home. I did too. It didn’t even matter. I had been drinking my husband’s tiny black dry cock for a phallus all these years. But right now, a rosy, huge head and veiny body that could be looked at, kissed and snuggled inside me was looking at me as if provoking me. Tolga was also stunned. She hadn’t even thought of hiding her dick, covering it up. He had forgotten the shower hose that was gushing from the end of his property in the square, my poor poor… Water was flowing to the ground.

At first I didn’t know what to do… I froze as well… But then the female hormones in me jolted. As if hypnotized, I took a few steps without taking my eyes off him… Neither of us was speaking, we were looking at each other. I approached him. He came out of the tub and came to me in the same way… There was only a span between us… Our eyes were locked together. My lips were trembling. I couldn’t take my eyes off her long lashes, blue eyes, and fleshy lips. I couldn’t breathe, I parted my lips to breathe… Tolga said in a trembling voice, – “Sister Rose…” His eyes were on my lips… On my wet lips that were parted with desire, trembling with desire… He bent down, kissed my lips…

We suddenly hugged each other and started kissing wildly. He hugged me tightly, naked underneath, his hardened manhood sinking into my groin through my thin skirt. We kissed for several minutes. His tongue was caressing my lips, he was inserting it into my mouth that was open for breathing and meeting my tongue, driving me crazy. He stopped hugging me. Without parting his lips, he took off his sweatpants. He hugged again. Standing, I was literally melting in his arms… He was naked. I was pressing his muscular body tightly, and I could feel his hardness in my crotch over my thin fabric dress. My knees started shaking. I couldn’t stand. He understood how I was, grabbed me like a feather in his arms, lifted me up, took me inside, into the living room.

We kept kissing. He slowly dropped me on the triple seat… As I was leaving him, he stepped on me with his bare body. Through the thin fabric of my dress, I could feel the weight, the hardness, the burning warmth of her naked body. He tucked one arm under my neck, making a pillow and savagely sucking my lips, while his other hand brought it to the hem of my dress. His hand started to move slowly under my skirt, caressing my legs… He caressed my calves, insides of my legs, over my panties for a long time… It was as if the volcano was boiling inside me… The lava was pouring out, I felt my panties getting wet. I moaned in delight in his lips as he shoved his fiery fingers through and cupped my cunt. I couldn’t breathe, – I was able to say “Ohhh… Tolga… Tolga…”.

On the one hand, his lips, on the other hand, my clitoris and his fingers caressing my cunt were killing me… I was melting like butter in his arms… He stopped kissing. Confirmed. While I was waiting for what he was going to do, he started to unbutton the front of my dress. His impatient fingers trembled as he unbuttoned the buttons one by one. The front of my dress was completely uncovered, revealing my lace bra and panties. For a moment, she looked at my breasts that were pushing my bra with hungriness… I couldn’t stand it, I got up and knelt on the sofa, rolled up the sleeves of my dress, took it off and threw it aside. I was left with bra panties. He leapt forward, his hands behind my back to the clasp of my bra as he slammed into my lips. Impatiently, he ripped my bra open, revealing my breasts. It was as if my breasts, freed from the pressure of the bra, were inviting him with their hardened ends.

He bent down and kissed one end, then the other. I shuddered. When his lips took one of his ends and started to suck, I almost passed out, I grabbed his head and fell backwards. I attracted my young man. Now he was sucking on my breast like a suckling baby. It was like lightning flashes in my brain… A chill of pleasure was spreading from my nipple to my whole body, I was passing out. One leg was above me. His hardness was touching my hips, sinking into my body as if to say I’m here. He was letting go of one breast and attacking the other, sucking, grabbing, squeezing it between his fingers, trying to get it all in his mouth like a suction cup. I was writhing under it like crazy…

The lips that sucked on my chest went down… He circumambulated my stomach, my belly… He left a wet mark with his tongue as well as his lips and went down. What I felt was something I had never experienced… Stars were flying in front of my eyes… He peeled off my underwear and panties, which were the only clothes I had left, from my legs… And I felt his lips on my untouched line-shaped femininity. Warm… Wet… I had just cleaned my pussy. As if I was waiting for him, I pretended to slide, sparkling. And now Tolga was busy eating my cream.

He parted my outer lips and walked all over my cunt with his tongue… The tip of his tongue touched my bum, I jumped up. Unbelievable pleasure, a wave of lust surrounded me… He licked my neck, sucked for a long time… Then he lowered his tongue, parted my outer lips with his fingers and inserted it inside me. She buried her wet, hot tongue inside me as much as she could. He closed his lips without getting air… While he was sucking on my pussy, he was caressing me by moving his tongue inside. Meanwhile, as he caressed my clit with his wet finger, one finger of his other hand began to feel my back door. That’s when I lost myself.

I have never experienced such pleasure in my life… My whole body started to contract and fluctuate… I still had his hot tongue in my pussy. His fingers were on my hips, squeezing as if to prevent me from escaping, trying to keep me still, to keep the pleasure his tongue gave. I was having such an orgasm that I felt as if I had died and had risen above the clouds… As my hips started beating the bed, he stopped sucking my pussy and went upstairs. She pressed her lips against my open lips trying to breathe as she squeezed my breasts with her hand. I was dying of pleasure… I was moaning non-stop, screaming low, – “Oohhhh… Tolga… I can’t stand it Tolga… I’m dying… What did you do to me… What a pleasure… My man… My love… Ooohhhh….”

Why did the tremors lessen, lessen, end. I let myself fall into Tolga’s arms in a sluggish, weary state. I have never experienced such pleasure in my life… I placed my hand on your hand that was still in water, caressing my wet cunt gratefully… I smiled… – “You are so beautiful, Sister Rose…” she said with admiration… – “Thank you” I said. “I have never experienced such pleasure. This is my first real orgasm with a man in my life…” Her eyes widened, she looked at me, – “How? I don’t believe you.. Brother Ahmet?” – “Your brother Ahmet has never done such a thing… He has never loved me like that… Your brother Ahmet always comes into me, comes and goes for a few times and then he empties himself, he falls asleep without thinking about me…” I said. Then I reached out my hand and stroked his half-upturned cock, adding, shyly. “Not licking my pussy like you do, sucking,

She writhed, – “Do you want to lick it too, sister Rose?” he said timidly… He seemed afraid that I would not do what he wanted, that I would snap. I smiled, “I never did this, Tolga… But since you made me so happy, I owe you this my love… I’ll do whatever you want for you…” I said. I straightened up and started kissing his lips, wandering all the way down to his neck, chest, hard stomach. I bent my head to her crotch, grabbing her beautiful dick and admiring it. “This is the first time I’ve been doing this… If I can’t do it, you guide me…” I took out my tongue and licked it all over with the tip of it… It had hardened, its veins were swollen like fingers between my hands.

I bent down, went downstairs, took his balls between my lips and pretended to suck on his eggs. She was writhing and moaning as I did these… I went up. I opened my mouth wide and tried to get the big head of his dick in my mouth. I think my teeth hurt, he groaned. – “I am sorry my love… This is the first time I am taking a man’s cock in my mouth… I am sorry…” I said in a low voice… “I’ve only had sex with a few bitches, for money, until now… No woman had ever done that to me either… No one has ever sucked my dick in their mouth… Go on…” he said, running his fingers through my hair.

This fired me up even more. I opened my lips even more and took his head in my mouth… I started to suck it like a baby pacifier, licking it inside me with my tongue. Tolga was holding my head and pressing it to himself. Thus, his great masculinity began to disappear in my mouth, slowly entering the depths of my mouth. He was watching me with his eyes. And I was doing my job without taking my eyes off his squinted eyes, trying to lose his cock in my mouth until the end with his guidance, trying to melt it with pleasure. Maybe after ten minutes of sucking like that, he started to contract when he suddenly got up, laid me on my back, climbed on top of me, and put his dick back in my mouth. My head was between my knees.

He grabbed my hair and pulled me all the way to him. My lips touched his crotch. I was out of breath. I shook my head and tried to get away. The head of his manhood was touching my tonsils, as if it had entered my throat… He grabbed my hair with his fingers, pulled my head back, made me breathe, then buried it again. She was rocking her hips back and forth, smacking my mouth. – “Ohhh… Laugh sister… You suck so well… You drive me crazy… How did you lose my dick in that tiny mouth of yours… Aaahhhh… Wonderful…” He was screaming on the one hand… I was not in the mood to answer. I was getting sucked out of my mouth before I could breathe with a huge dick in my mouth. Just when I was about to choke, he would take his dick out of my mouth, let me breathe a bit, then bury it in my mouth again.

To save myself, I had my hands on his hips, digging my nails into his rough. But even the pain of my nails couldn’t stop my man and he continued to fuck me in my mouth. Eventually she began to contract, spraying her semen into my mouth. I wanted to run away, he didn’t let go. He poured every last bit of his semen into my mouth, down my throat, trembling… It had relieved the pressure. Even though I didn’t like the taste of it saying that’s what happened, I sucked his manhood and emptied his semen to the last drop… Then I took it outside. On the contrary, he was enchanted by ejaculating in my mouth.

We both fell on the couch… We were out of breath. I took my dress that was on the side and cleaned the semen that was overflowing from the corner of my mouth, it’s nice… We just lay there naked… He reached out and took my hand, – “I’ve never experienced a moment like this…” he said. I shook his hand gratefully, – “Me too, my love… Me too…” I said. We started talking intermittently when we came to ourselves… “Tolga, please don’t tell anyone about this, okay? I beg you… If you don’t tell me, you’ll be my man, we’ll always enjoy these pleasures… If it wasn’t the sex I’ve had with my husband for all these years… You’ll feed me from now on… I’ll feed you too…” He bent down and kissed me, – “Are you crazy, Gul sister? I will do whatever you want to experience this pleasure.

Do I ever tell anyone else?” said. I hugged him tightly, – “I wish we had experienced these pleasures before… What have I been deprived of… My talented man… My man who makes me taste pleasures that I have not tasted… From now on, you are my husband… My man…” His dick was hard again, it was touching my legs like stone… He kissed my lips, – “But I haven’t fucked Rose yet… I just licked your cunt… Now I want to fuck you… I want to cum on your pussy… Let’s go upstairs to your house. I want to fuck you in your husband’s bed…” – “Ohhh… Tolgaa… Don’t talk like that… Fucking pussy or something… Naughty…” I said laughing… I reached out and grabbed his hard cock. It was like stone. “Mmmm… So you want to fuck me in my husband’s bed, huh? In the bed where my husband fucks me? You immoral… Let’s go then… Let’s go upstairs… Fuck me pretty well… Stick your big dick in me…”

We were both excited. Our fever had risen again. There was no one else in the building but the two of us. The third floor stood empty. I got up and pretended to grab my panty bra and put it on. He took my hand, – “No, don’t wear it, Sister Rose… Come on… Naked…” I chuckled, – “You’re crazy Tolga… You’re crazy… Come on then… Let’s go… I’m yours until morning tonight…” As he grabbed me by the arm, we went out with our clothes in our hands. As we were climbing the stairs, she had already begun to touch and kiss me here and there… We were laughing and playing like children. He swayed between his tight, stiff legs.

I was driven like crazy by his crazy moves… We came to the door of our apartment. As I bent down to look for the keyhole, Tolga was approaching from behind me, stroking my hardness between my legs, and pulling me by the waist. When I barely opened the door, he didn’t come in right away, he put me against the door and put me on top of him with his muscular body, started kissing… He was pressing my hands together, not allowing me to move or get away. His dick was pressing against my crotch. Well, I didn’t want to run away anyway… We kissed for a long time. The heat of his muscular body in front of me, the cold coolness of the steel door on my back… I was crazy with pleasure…

And why then we closed the door and went inside. This time I was in charge. I took him by the arm and led him to our bedroom. My bedroom was tidy as usual and we had a very large bed. I hugged Tolga, who was looking around, and pressed my lips to hers. He responded. We were out of breath while kissing. One hand was pulling my hair while the other was running around my back and hips, pressing down on him tightly. The passion from before had once again engulfed my entire body. I was burning in flames. I pulled my lips and groaned, – “Tolga, I’m yours tonight… Let me live my womanhood tonight…” Tolga kissed me to the edge of the bed… Without stopping kissing, he bent over me, stretched me out onto the bed…

I was about to lay under a young, unfamiliar man in my bed where I had been crying and self-satisfied all these years while my husband snored next to me. I was dying of excitement and pleasure. Tolga’s lips and hands were killing me… – “Come on, Tolga… Get inside me now… I can’t stand it… I want you inside me…” I groaned. He spread my legs apart, approached on his knees. He grabbed her dick and ran his head over my wet cunt’s door, over his lips. I moaned… I squirmed, wiggling my hips, “Come on… Throw it out…” I said. It didn’t break me… It slowly loaded… But it didn’t come in right away… Despite all its wetness, the entrance of my pussy was making it difficult for my huge manhood… He caressed my wetness a little more, wet the head of his dick in my waters…

Then he pressed again. His head was inside me… He stopped… He waited… He pushed again… Slowly, he was burying his big cock in my butt… It was an incredible pleasure I experienced… I was losing myself from pleasure… – “Aaahhh….” I groaned. – “Do you like it, Sister Gul? Does my dick give you pleasure?” – ” Are you mad? Is pleasure a word too, Tolga? It’s so beautiful… My cunt got used to my husband’s dick… Your big dick is making me mad with pleasure… I’m about to die…” He loaded himself on me with his whole body. His dick went all the way to my cunt… I hugged his neck and clung to him with my whole body… I wrapped my legs around his waist… There was a big piece of meat between my legs and this thickness was killing me from pleasure and lust… It started to move, slowly back and forth in my pussy… I was out of breath with pleasure… Neck I grit my teeth and hissed,

It accelerates a little, slows down a little, stops and waits when it seems to come. When I did this, I was raging with pleasure and going crazy. He was slowly pulling himself back, then quickly, suddenly thrusting his dick deep inside me. I could feel the head of his dick touching my bottom, forcing it like a ram’s head. The caresses of the hardness I felt at the bottom of my vagina were taking me away from me, I was writhing, throwing myself to and fro. It was worse when I was shaking my hips, it was touching all over me in my big cock, driving me crazy. Every time he hit my pussy, I was moaning with pain as well as pleasure.

His masculinity touched the parts that my husband had never touched… And when I had a phallus inside of me, I had the first orgasm of my life, I passed out. I was holding my legs tightly around his hips, lifting and lowering them, my hips beating the bed, I was screaming. What I experienced was unbelievable… This pleasure lasted for minutes… I passed out for a while… Why when I came to myself, Tolga was still inside me, between my legs, and he was coming and going slowly… I started moaning again. That volcano began to boil again, to rise to the top. Tolga was also nearing the end. At that moment, the phone rang. We both stopped and looked at the phone next to the bed. I didn’t open it right away. I waited for my breathing to clear up until the phone rang several times. When I was able to speak, I extended my hand and picked up the phone.

My husband was on the other end of the phone. He called to see if there was a problem, if everything was okay. In the meantime, Tolga was not out of my mind, he lay on me. With a strange man between my legs, with his dick tucked deep in my cunt, I answered my husband in my aroused voice, – “Hello…” We started talking. “I got sleepy early, husband… I was sleeping…” I said. While we were talking to my husband, Tolga was moving his dick millimeter by inch inside me, going and going with slow movements in my pussy… I tried to shut my mouth and try to prevent my moans of pleasure while answering my husband… Strange, unaware that I was fucking under another man, he was asking about me. This one turned me on even more… While talking to my husband, we were looking eye to eye with Tolga, who was fucking me. Our eyes narrowed with pleasure. A smile on our lips… While my husband was talking at length, I hung up the phone with my hand and whispered, – “Are you satisfied, my love? I have my husband on the phone. And you are fucking his wife…” He groaned quietly, – “Ohhh… Yes, Sister Rose… It is so beautiful… I am fucking your brother Ahmet’s wife in bed… I am groaning with pleasure under me… Your pimp has no idea…” He whispered too… I hugged his neck and bit his shoulder…

– “My man… They will fuck the wife of the one who can’t fuck… Come on fuck me… Fuck me nice… Fuck Ahmet’s wife with that big cock of yours… Ohhh… Put your cock on me…” My husband was still talking on the phone… Sometimes I lift my fingers off the hook, huh… huh… yes… no… I was answering him… At the end, she said she missed me… – “I missed you too, husband… Loneliness is hard… I wish you would come soon… Here, I am sleeping alone in our bed, without you… Even if you come, we can make love…” I said coquettishly… As if the name of what we would do if she came was sex. … We said goodbye, – “Good night my wife, take care of yourself…”, she hung up the phone… I threw the receiver out of my hand, I hugged Tolga, who was going back and forth inside me, and started shaking my hips. He gasped, – “Did you hear?” I said.

Our pause on the phone slowed us down a bit, but I was driven mad by the sullen, cracked words we spoke. Tolga was also more excited than me and came to enjoy. We were nearing the end and he was laying down on me, dealing the final blows. I was about to ejaculate. He sensed my future, too, accelerated. And in the last move, he was so burdened that he tensed himself, and at the same time as the groans that filled the room, I contracted. We hugged each other so tightly that we both ejaculated trembling in each other’s arms. I could feel the warmth of their semen in the bottom of my cunt. I’ve never experienced anything like this in my entire life. It stayed with me for a while.

My pussy was hugging his dick, I could feel it shrinking inside of me. It was like he didn’t want to leave me. He was stretching all over me between my legs… Our breathing finally got regular and we calmed down. He came out of me, left himself by my side. – “Do you have a cigarette, my love?” she asked. I was trembling as I said my love… I got up and took out my husband’s pack of cigarettes from the drawer, took out two cigarettes and lit them both with a lighter. I couldn’t even think of being ashamed of my nakedness, it was so natural that our nakedness… I went back to bed, into my lover’s bosom. I reached into his arms and tucked his cigarette between his lips. We smoked orgasm cigarettes with him even though I didn’t use it much. We were using the foundation box we put on his stomach as an ashtray. I said, “Tolga, don’t call me sister from now on, I don’t want it”. “Well, my love…” she said.

You’re not my sister…” I reach out and kiss her smoky, fleshy lips. – “I enjoyed making love for the first time. Thanks to you, my love… Your brother Ahmet’s dick is very small, not as thick as yours, moreover… He also finishes his own work and doesn’t care about me at all. For the first time, I realized that I am a woman in your arms…” I spilled my heart. Kissing my ear, – “The night is not over yet, my love… You are mine until the morning… I will make you cry under me… I will fuck you until you are weak…” I hugged you tightly, – “Do whatever you want… I want to take away the pain of years. I will make love to you whenever, however, as much as you want…” I said. – “I ejaculated inside.” she said hesitantly… “If you get pregnant?” I said, “Well, it’s your child, I’ll give birth…” She was looking at me worriedly. I smiled and stroked his cheek. “Don’t worry, I’m not having children… We don’t need to be protected.

He pressed his cigarette into the ashtray and put it on the shelf. He grabbed my waist and pulled me on top of him all of a sudden. I understood what she wanted to do with my femininity intuition, and I was already sitting on her dick… I bit my lips and took in her manhood. He was holding my waist and pulling me to him. He finally got to the bottom of it. I waited for a while and started to move on it. I was going up and down, going up to the tip and taking it all the way to the bottom of me. I got faster and faster, his manhood started to slide like oil in my wet pussy… He lifted his head and licked my nipples, sucking the ends while I was walking on him…

I was going crazy with pleasure again… Once again, I started to shake and orgasm. In the end, I fell on top of it. I fell over and doubled over. I was contracting my legs, still enjoying the lingering orgasmic contractions. We made love until morning. We took a shower, he came after me in the bathroom… We got out of the shower, he tangled me on the bed, he grabbed my hips and got into my ass. This time, the masculinity that I like from a different angle drove me crazy with pleasure… We made love until the morning, in short… We made love for a long time… We stopped, rested, and fucked. I made love without a man, as if he was making up for the years spent without a woman. Once in the bathroom, he fucked my tiny hole from behind. Ignoring my screams, he deflowered my back. It also gave me the pleasure of it…

We slipped into bed at sunrise in the morning… We slept like the dead until noon. We woke up. We walked around the house naked, sat down, got up, ate in the kitchen. We made love in every corner of the house, in every room. We were like newlywed honeymooners for two days. We never stopped. We kissed, we kissed, we made love. We broke up with each other because my husband was coming the next day… Our relationship lasted for nearly two years… We ran into each other’s arms whenever we got the chance, whenever we felt like it. But eventually he moved in with his family, we lost each other. Now I feel embittered. I step aside and commemorate the lovemaking we had with Tolga for hours. What they did to me at that dining table while I was eating in the kitchen…

The orgasms we experienced in that bed while I was sleeping with my husband… The thickness of Tolga filling me while my husband’s dick was coursing through me… While I was disgusted by my husband’s stench of alcohol, the male scent of Tolga’s male body that turned me on in my nostrils turned me on… But I have nothing to do. Either I will continue to live like this, or I will come back to myself. I’m going to go out and find myself a new Tolga somehow. A man like him… A man who feeds me, keeps me alive, makes me a woman… I’m waiting… A Rose may come your way at any moment, his eyes are looking at you, weighing you, being sought… He is mine…

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