japonya tayfunu lan We couldn’t go to Bodrum, I couldn’t find an excuse. I couldn’t lie in front of my husband’s eyes. I haven’t been on Adnan Bey’s phones for almost two months. His return to me was two pounds. I wrapped it well in chocolate for dessert out of boredom. Since that day, I have not been able to orgasm in any of my sex with my husband. My mind was no longer in bed, with the movements I had memorized, he would leave himself and fill me up after the last time he put me on the bed and emptied me. He was so used to me groaning and ejaculating under him. He didn’t even notice my fake moans so that he could get out of me as soon as possible. We’re just back to two roommates who were together at the boy’s school activities Decently. In lovemaking, two weeks went down to one.

During our traditional Saturday sex, he was outside at the game, so I didn’t care at all, I went to bed and slept. When he came, I continued to sleep, and he first went into the bathroom and then lay down next to me. He started snoring in five minutes. I got up and started corresponding with the girls at midnight. The girls definitely had sex with someone, drank, passed out. Ayça put the idea of going through my husband’s pockets into my head. There was nothing in the jacket pocket, but a box of condoms that had just been taken out of the laptop bag came out. Obviously, they were going to whores or he had found someone to fuck. And the reason was me, maybe, I don’t know. This made me care less about what I went through with Adnan Bey, but I still didn’t return Adnan Bey’s messages. Two or three days later, Betul called and said that my brother has a wedding next week in Istanbul, just come by horse. You come back the next day, your head will fall apart.

When I told about the wedding, my husband agreed to leave yesterday. Let’s drop the kid off at mom’s, and I’ll hang out with my parents, I’ll be late, and my head popped. I sent a message directly to Adnan Bey, who had dozens of unanswered messages, that I was in Istanbul over the weekend. Ten minutes after I texted, the answer came. Which hotel is the wedding in. I learned. Okay, I’ve booked a place at the same place. Entering another hotel will attract attention.

Our correspondence with Adnan Bey, which started with I miss you very much, got out of hand in a week when we were waiting for the wedding. Our naked pictures started coming and going from the first day. He told me that fucking me in business clothes was his biggest fantasy during the years we worked together, the days when I wore tight skirts, the conversations he had with other managers about my hips. Anyway, Adnan, even the elderly general manager Soner Bey got involved in their conversations. It was the years when I was single, and it was the old wolf’s idea how they should fuck me from behind so that I was a virgin.

I said I guessed from what you said the last time we made love. And he admitted that he didn’t try to stick it in the back because he was afraid that I would say no. I said I’ve never tried it. She said that you have very beautiful buttocks and I haven’t thought about anything else for years, just yesterday I came thinking that I fucked you from behind. I said don’t hurt me. He asked about my biggest fantasy. So I told him. During a period when my husband was abroad for a month, I was ejaculating with a dream that he would hire a gigolo and pamper me and ejaculate many times. He hadn’t had sex with his wife for almost a month, he was 31 thinking about me at this age, so I told him about our monotonous lovemaking with my husband.

I’m going to a wedding, I had a full waxing made under the pretext of the most luxurious. I landed in Istanbul with Betul on a Saturday afternoon plane. I told Betül on the plane that I would meet with Adnan Bey. Adnan Bey also arrived by morning plane. I entered the hotel on the edge of the Bosphorus with the girl’s side and went to the restaurant on the terrace from the ballroom floor without attracting any attention. On me with a tight skirt, shirt and jacket above the knee, as agreed in our interminable sex correspondence. It’s a real businesswoman’s outfit. When we met, we stopped hard not to hug each other for fear of an acquaintance in the vicinity. We had our meal in the Bosphorus view accompanied by wine.

Again, giggling and laughing at ridiculous things without talking about sex at all. A fisherman on the edge of the Bosphorus also said that he had reserved a place for dinner. I was already drunk when I drank the last glasses. Then he said, I will be your gigolo until the morning, ma’am. I said are you sure, medicine has improved a lot and he said that my pants will be pierced right now. What about now, I said, giggling with the effect of wine. He said now, Mrs. Nesin, we will have a performance interview with you. He had already started the game. It would be better if we talk in my room. You and I will raise our voices comfortably.

We got into the elevator. As soon as we boarded, our lips joined with the hunger of the months. He put his hand on my hip. I want this beautiful ass to be mine. He said, I can hardly restrain myself not to take care of you right here. I attacked his lips harder. I said I had you on my mind every night. When the elevator door opened, we pulled ourselves together and walked to our room. As soon as he comes in. He again switched to the role of Adnan Bey at work. There are many complaints from you, Mrs. Generation, he said. I continued my man’s game. How I thought you were pleased with my work. Everyone is complaining about your clothes. Your hips have attracted the attention of even the general manager, men can’t do business around you. There are a lot of guys you’ve been in the company with. That’s why I have to fire you from your job.

How did I say that’s a lie. Are you not playing with anyone? I said I’m a virgin. He said I think it’s a lie. If I give a convincing report to the general manager, he may change his mind, maybe you’ll even get a raise. As your manager, I want you to go to this table and turn around and bow down. I’ll make sure you keep your job. Please don’t, I said, by continuing the game. Then the general manager will do the check, or when we fired you, we’ll tell all the other companies that she was seducing men.

During this game, his masculinity was beginning to show through his fabric trousers. I was kind, but I said please don’t ask me for things I can’t do. None of them are things you can’t do. You have a lot of regrets when you’re unemployed, now take off your jacket and get down. I went and waited with my hands on the table. Get down a little. Mr. Adnan, I said please. How he planned his fantasy for years. His hands lifted up my skirt and exposed my thighs. I said, please, I’m a virgin. I have white rope underwear inside that he said would look great on my hips.

You’re not the one who fucked up this beauty. He pulled my underwear down to my knees at once. His hand already wandered over my already wet pussy and my back hole. Then his tongue touched my back hole. From there to my femininity. He opened my femininity with two fingers. He didn’t stick his tongue out. Yes, you’re a virgin, then that leaves us with only one choice. He was keeping the game going. So I kept going. Let me go, Mr. Adnan. You’ll leave here keeping your job and getting a raise.

I was startled when what he was putting on his fingers touched my back hole. He told me, but he had with him the anal lubricant he had brought from abroad. A little coldly, when the oil touched my back hole, I November myself. He said, I like this view. Both of your holes are tiny. The finger he pressed against my back during our last sex was inside me along with the fat. And his tongue is between my back hole and my femininity. Dec. I felt his breath inside me. I opened my legs so that he could lick more comfortably. I turned my head, he was kneeling behind me, his head was lost at my legs. A slight numbness was spreading in my back hole with the back and forth movements of the finger, and my front side was already soaking wet. I won’t fuck your virgin pussy, but your virgin ass won’t survive. Then you will come to me for your pussy too. I wasn’t in a position to continue the game. Standing behind me, his left hand was grabbing my femininity, while one finger of his right hand was expanding my back hole. My pussy, which had not been touched for months, was making soggy noises.

Fuck me in bed, he won’t be comfortable here, my love, I said the first one shouldn’t be here. He took my hand and bent it over the edge of the bed this time. After the hard table, the edge of the bed was more comfortable. Turn slightly to the side, you will be more comfortable. The experienced guy became the first fucker from behind who knows who else. He squeezed the oil out of his hand by putting it directly within an inch or two of my back hole. Then he stood and stared at me, he rubbed it all over the trunk of his long manhood. I was waiting for him with both legs slightly bent hips behind me. I had already taken off my shirt while he was preparing. After her ass, I will fuck her tight pussy too, she stuck to my lips because I love you so much. We broke off from the fantasy of fucking from behind and rolled around in the bed kissing like liseli lovers for minutes.

We were out of breath. I love you many times, he came down from my breasts to my femininity, saying let’s never break up again. I was writhing under it as if it would come if it continued. He turned it back to the same position. Are you ready, my love, he said. I spread my legs a little wider. In the kissing frenzy just now, all the creams on your dick had disappeared. I waited for him breathlessly. two fingers comfortably got inside me with the cream, and he started whispering while I was getting in and out a little. I wish you were my wife. Why didn’t I fuck you when I was younger? The fat-whitened head of your dick touched my back hole. I November mean myself. He said calm down. He took one of my hands and brought it to my back hole. Tell me to stop whenever you want. I was folded up, looking at what was inside me. He grabbed the head of his dick and easily pressed it inside me. It went in very easily, but reflexively my head fell back. His disheveled head stood inside me, fucking me with love eulogies. He threw almost the entire bottle in his hand around my back hole and onto his dick. He crushed the entrance of my femininity with his thumb.

His waist slowly pushed inside me thick dick, there is no pain, there is a strange feeling of fullness. A pain has set in. I said stop. He stopped. It went back a little bit before I got out of it. He came back to the sore place. It was oiled again. He said this is the first time I’ve heard you moan. Yes, I’m breathless. My forehead sweated. A dick is inside me, but not where it should be. He has a slight ache, but his thick head is opening a new path inside me. My dream came true, he slowly moved behind me, saying that I could die here. His hands are on my thighs shining from the oil. Did you like getting fucked in the ass, he moaned. He squeezed my hip with one hand while his other hand was between the lips of my femininity. Dec. He turned it into a full doggy without leaving me. This movement increased the pain behind me, I shouted. I understood why I was screaming. His hips are completely buried in my cock on my hips. He waited without retreating.