Horny Afghan woman
Before you call me a whore or a whore, let me explain how that came about.
Three years ago, my husband Mirko decided to go to Afghanistan, as a driver for an American company. We waited a long time for his application to be approved, and Mirko Muva did not bother him. I was convinced that Mirko was slacking off as always, that he didn't want to go and was procrastinating, so I decided to go to the man who was his intermediary. To be more impressive, I decided to wear my red dress that I wore at the registration with Mirko. My perky breasts peeked out from the cleavage, my tight waist and voluptuous thighs made me feel wanted. I let my curly hair down, the curls gently caressing my shoulders. When I got to him, I felt some restlessness, warmth spread through my body. Živko was a thin and drunk man with a mustache, who did not take his eyes off my tits. It's been a long time since Mirko squeezed my tits and it felt good when Živko shook them with a look. The whole time I was thinking that if I surrendered to this man, he would let my Mirko go to Afghanistan. I said to myself, Ljubice, honest housewife, it's not a bar of soap to waste, you'll turn a blind eye, and you'll be ashamed of yourself. He wanted me to smoke him. I slowly started sliding my hot red full lips over his manhood. I licked his hard and hard cock all the way with my tongue, gently sucking his head, until my strong sucking made him spread his sperm all over my face.
4 months have passed since my Mirko left for Afghanistan. I was lying in bed covered with a blanket and watching my Turkish series, when from somewhere I started to hear sounds of someone's heavy exhalation, I turned down the volume of the TV and I could clearly hear the moaning of my neighbors.
The creaking of the bed and the moaning of the neighbor, begging her Stojan for more made me restless between my legs, my mistress started to get wet, the strong urge moved my fingers to my untouched lover. As I felt my fingers deep in my wet cunt, I began to desire my neighbor Stojan. I stroked my cunt and wanted him deep inside me. My legs started shaking and I felt the orgasm all over my body. Ahhh Stojan, I sighed deeply!
Two weeks passed and my mind was only in Stojan. A tall, slender straight arslan. I saw from the window his maddened Mara leaving somewhere and I said I will drag him to bed so whatever he wants, let it be. I squeezed into my pants and unbuttoned my shirt so that half of my tits were hanging out, I soaked my hair and went straight to Stojan. When he opened the door for me, I noticed that my tits distracted him. I told him that my cable was turned off and that I came to watch the Turkish series, he was kind and made me coffee, sat across from me and while I was watching the series he fucked me in the tits. I deliberately dropped the cup of coffee from my hand, and it spilled on the carpet. I started to spit, Stojan brought a towel and stood in front of me, I bent down on my knees, puffed my ass and when I bent down I poured my tits in front of his nose. I knew he wouldn't hold back and would reach down to grab my tit.
His strong grip made me moan, he unbuttoned my shirt and started to lick my tits, as he sucked my nipples I got more and more wet. His big cock was causing me to put it in my mouth and suck it with pleasure. When I saw how many mandalas there were, I widened my eyes, I wanted him all inside me. With my legs apart and Stojan's massive cock deep inside me, I felt like the most satisfied cunt on the planet. As he slid his cock through my pussy and squeezed my tits the feeling of love came over me, I started moaning harder and he couldn't hold me. As soon as he took out his tokmak to expel the seed, my lady already felt emptiness.
My gluttony for Stojan's mandala was more and more remarkable. Since then I have become a horny Afghan woman. And Stojan had a crush on my lady. We used every absence of Mara to fart. Since I started entering Stojan's bed, everyone noticed my positive change, I blossomed. A friend of mine called Mirko, he came back from Afghanistan and brought me greetings from Mirko. Blaže came to bring the money that Mirko left for me. He complimented me on how beautiful I had become since my husband left, and I, who hadn't been fucked by Stojan for two weeks, started to get wet. I gave my leg a little, so when he grabbed me, he squeezed me under him, he started pulling me with all his strength. He slammed it into me before I could blink. I was roaring like a panting buffalo, and fire was burning in my cunt, I was so hot that even a thermometer wouldn't be able to withstand me, not even the scorched Blaze. I cum on his cock and he cum on my tits. Blaže got angry, so he was getting between my legs more and more often, and Stojan's massive mandala was not to be neglected. I spent more time moaning than cooking, which was the complete opposite when Mirko was home, I was in the kitchen all day and sometimes he wanted to touch me. No fucking woman is like a flower without water, it slowly withers and now I have blossomed. The time has come for Mirko, my migrant worker, to return home. I thought to myself Ljubice, either you will change him, he will fuck you always and everywhere or your ass will walk. When he got home, he woke up when he saw me asleep in my pants. He came into me like never before, I thought he was going to come inside me, he couldn't get enough of me. Oh, my Mirko, I thought to myself, you knew how to do it, but because of your sleepiness, you couldn't even treat your wife to your cake. While you were driving in Afghanistan, others were driving me here, but I chose to ride with you on a long road called marriage.
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