abigail39's Blog

Slm. I am a married woman, Selma, 24 years old, well-groomed, considered quite beautiful. I was married in Turkey with my husband in sight and came to Germany. We have a … My husband is 35 years old and has his own workplace, working with his brother. Our sex life with my husband was great. I was dismissed, fucked every night before going to bed, and when we got up in the morning, he would not go to work without getting fucked. He made me, I fed him. The last one a year my husband started to treat me so cold, it seems to me that he does not enjoy me anymore. Whenever I wanted to fuck, it hurts, it makes me pretend it hurts, it ignores me. Most of the time I was self-satisfied, but that was not enough for me. I used to feel my husband's cock in me.

It's the last one, my husband's been starting to keep going because of his work. At least I thought so. Until she sees a secretary girl like a stone-faced, baby-faced, stone. I started to suspect that my husband was cheating on me with his secretary. But I was not 100% sure, I decided to learn the truth of the matter from my husband's brother, that is to say, from the source. I am single, 18 years old and a really handsome young man. Again at the weekend, my husband is not at home again. How are they fucking with the secretary now, how are you licking your baby's secretary's fresh ami. I said, "My son fired, I need to see a doctor." I phoned the boiler and told him to come. My source says "I'm coming right now."

My beech arrived in less than 5 minutes, but it was drinkable. I said, "What's wrong?" I said, "I had … fever, I was afraid to go to a doctor." "OK, auntie, now." At that time my son was asleep, and I looked at his fire, and said, "It is as if you have fallen asleep. "Okay, ma'am," he said, sitting on the couch. As we began to talk, I went directly into the subject, "My brother is cheating on me!" I said, "Yes, it is a comedy, no no such thing." I said, I know everything. He said, "I do not understand Valla, my brother-in-law, when I have a wife at home, I should not, but he is doing it ..." he said. "When is she cheating on me?" I said, "Since she hired her as a secretary."

"What am I going to do? I am a woman, and I have my wishes. I found Valla and I'm going to cheat on her brother. " My beech was shocked, "What are you talking about? As you are, "I said," Yes, I am in my own right. What am I missing? While I was having a day with my secretary, is my nolucam? You know, your brother was four months away from me. I mean, he has not fucked me for four months! " My beech was a bit embarrassed when I talked so openly and bowed his head, "Yenge valla does not take my head, you are a wonderful woman, no man can say no to you, why do not I know my brother like me." I started crying. My kayak was burning and sat down, saying "I do not cry the aunt." I've taken the warmth of your body, the fragrance and the smell of men have made me crazy.

For a moment, he was caught in the pants of my boiling water, he was getting sick. I was incredibly irritated, my water was almost out of the water. I came to my eyes with boiling, and then I glued them to their lips. I said, "I want your fuckin 'me to screw me up!" My bowels trembled, stuttering, just saying, "Aunt ... Shame on Abime ..." Without giving the opportunity to speak of my beech, "Sus, what's wrong, I am already burning. Come on, put out your fire! "I was kissing like crazy. The beekeeping was well. I threw it into his zipper and took his cock out of his pants and I immediately cried. My boil grew louder. I lived like crazy. My bowel had left me, and I threw my hand at my fingers and said, "You know, auntie, I've been wanting you since fucking, I always thought my brother was fucking you. " I also said, "If you're a victim of the rising, take it, do not think about it, fuck me, you, my coach ..."

My boobs pulled on my tramp. The ashtray was well wet from my juice. He also took out the … and buried his tongue in flames. I was crazy loser. I was caressing my wife's hair. She was making wonders with my kayaking language, she was making me. … hear my groans and wake up. I could hardly distinguish the language of my belly from … did not want to leave it. I said, "Come on, let's go to the bedroom." He took me to the bedroom as if to embrace me. He had stretched out the bed to me and he was stripping himself. He had strong shoulders, athleticism, and boiling water. When I came undressing, I began to suck it up and lick it like I did my cock. Beekeeping has gone through herself, closing her eyes, saying, "You are a wonder ... I am a cheer, I love you. Ohhhhh ... "he was making voices.

I digress in front of the boil when my boil is tight. I kept my eyes closed, while I was waiting for my pussy to pour in my booze, my booby once again showed my mouth. It was a great thing, but more fa