I live in Israel for 3 years. I had a boyfriend whom I loved very much. (At that time) It happened a year ago, after I noted 2 years in the country ...

I work like all normal people. The work is ordinary, like most repatriates from the CIS countries. (Cleaning of offices) So I have a 25-year-old boss, tall, pumped up, in general - at least a guy. It happened on the Pesach holiday. (This is when Moses led the Jews out of Egypt) I was on a 2-week vacation, sat at home, watched TV, spat at the ceiling. Well, what can you do on vacation? And so, one day He called me !!! Iran is his name.

- Zaura, how are you? What are you doing tonight?

- I do not do anything, my boyfriend is at work until 22 o'clock, so I will meet with him tomorrow.

- And you will spend this evening with me.

- Well, if you pick me up, I’m happy.

- Give the address.

OK, I gave him my address. While I waited for him, I had time to take a shower, put on the most sexy clothes and even perfumed myself with my favorite perfumes.

Iran did not take long to arrive, arrived relatively quickly, in 40 minutes I got there. When he arrived at the house, he called. I took my purse, put on my lips and left.

- Hello, sweet, you look great today.

- Come on, just dressed like a man and combed her hair.

(I obviously understated this. Actually, I am slim, tall brown-haired with brown eyes. 182 centimeters of beauty, as my mom says. 100/70/120 - not bad for my height. My pride is eyes! Their Asian cut gives me my Turkish origin)

In general, we got into the car, came to his home. When I entered the apartment I was struck by the cleanliness usually unusual for bachelors. The cabin was covered with a romantic ... Lunch ?? Dinner??? The clock was 17 o'clock.

- That you yourself cooked? Can not be!!!

- Of course myself. Do you really think that I can only recruit and fire people?

- Sorry, I did not want to offend you, I just thought that men can not do anything around the house.

- Well, I can. So I'm not like all men.

- I understand this. By the way, you know what you cooked is very tasty. True!

- Did you like it? I am very happy. I tried so hard to make it tasty.

Lunch went smoothly to dinner. During the conversations, I did not notice how 3 hours passed.

- Oh, already 20:00! I did not notice.

How quickly time flies, especially in the company of such a handsome man.

Interestingly, do you have something else besides the salon?

“Of course, I also have a bedroom, a toilet and a bathroom.” What interests you at the moment?

- Me ... Well, so far, I'm interested in the toilet, and then we'll see.

“So, the hint he understood. What will we do next? Well, nothing, I'll think of something, especially since he is already a little drunk. Of course, half a bottle of wine to drink! "

- Sunny, can we dance?

- Yeah I do not mind. I was told that I dance Arabic dance well. Do you have radio "Agil"?

- Of course you can, can you dance to me?

Yes, while I was dancing, Iran looked at me with a frozen look. A noticeable bulge began to appear in his pants. Not a single man could resist my belly dance.

- Well, shall I continue? Or how?

“We'd better go, I'll show you my bedroom.”

What is his bedroom !!! Huge bed for half a room, just trakhodrom. And what a lighting! This could envy even Cleopatra. When we entered the room, Iran pressed against my whole body, and somehow breathed strangely. Understandably, one on one with a woman, here and the pillar would not have stood.

“Sunny, I can't take it anymore, I'm just a man.” I also have feelings. May I kiss you?

- And what, did I really 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 is exactly the way I imagined. Our languages ​​performed some kind of pagan love dance. Mmm, how great it was.

- Iran, you are kissing cool, but the rest ...

- The rest I do no worse. Want to try?

- Why not? After all, you want it too, right?

He gently pushed me toward the bed and said:

- I so want to see you without clothes. I dreamed about it 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 unbutton the buttons on the blouse. Iran frantically began to pull off their clothes. When the swimming trunks fell off him ... 25-centimeter pride of any man escaped from his "captivity". If I were a man, I would die of envy.

- Wow, wow! And how do you go with this? Does it interfere?

- Well, you, he is not worth all the time. But lately, when I think about you, I really feel uncomfortable walking.

I'm sick of him talking a lot and I silenced his mouth with a kiss. I had a familiar itching in the lower abdomen. How I wanted it !!! That's what I missed these few days - to feel a big dick. Finally it happened! HOORAY!!!

My patience came to an end, and in one movement I simply planted on his dick. From astonishment, Iran started, but did not try to move away. (I would only try!)

For a while I did not move, enjoying the sensations of fullness inside my vagina. This man was helpless, like a newborn baby. He lay beneath me and his gaze, seemingly pleading 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 the hips. Iran hugged me with one hand and caressed my clit with the other. The feeling was unearthly. I accelerated the pace of my movements, squeezing the vagina muscles of his penis. My boss, no, my lover began to suck on my breast, while experiencing obvious pleasure. Orgasm was not long in coming.

It was an explosion of a nuclear power plant, a shiver began to strike me, a whirlwind of stars, comets and meteorites swept through my head. At the same time, Iran has arched under me and shot me a stream of its sperm. It seemed to fill all my cells. All neighbors heard our screams. (At least it seemed to me at that moment) Then I fell weakly on the chest of my lover. Half an hour later he suggested that I go into the shower in order to replenish my reserve of strength.

We went to the shower together, Iran gently soaped every part of my body. He treated me so tenderly, as if I was made of crystal. In the process of washing, he whispered in my ear all sorts of cute obscenities. (I hate men who turn their backs after sex and fall asleep. And not only me. Any woman agrees with me). A few minutes later, he pressed me against the wall and said:

- I want you again, my life, will you let me do to you well?

- Well, of course, my joy, if it is exactly the same as the first time, I will die of pleasure.

- It will be even better. I promise you, do not worry!

- Yes, just let's go to the room, I do not want to break my arms and legs.

We went back to the bedroom. He put me on the edge of the bed, and he knelt down. What will happen next I already knew. Iran began to kiss my stomach, slowly descending lower and lower. Finally, he got to my “girl” (as my boyfriend says all the time) and began kissing her, biting at the same time her clit. (I never would have thought that some guys like to lick female cunt). What I felt is impossible to convey in words. I have no such words in the vocabulary. His tongue, then licked my “lips”, then stuck right in the vagina.

My whole body burned, there was the “World Flood” between my legs, and my heart was beating at a speed of 100 beats per second. After 20 minutes a wave of orgasm swept my body. I began to tremble and squirm. Some words in Arabic and Persian were broken from their lips. I bent like the sickle of a young moon, my fingers clutched at the hair of my “sweet tormentor,” and finally, I almost broke out on the bed. It felt like there was not a single bone in me, only a feeling of satisfaction.

- Iran, thank you. I've never been so good. I am very pleased.

“I'm so glad I managed to satisfy you properly.” Can you come to me sometime later?

- I do not know how it will turn out ...

I got up, he helped me get dressed, we left the apartment, got into the car and drove to my house. After all, it was already morning. In front of my house, he stopped, kissed me and said:

“I don't want to let you go.” I love you.

These three words shook my whole life, turned it in a different direction. When I came home, my friend called me and said that he had to marry another girl, because their parents took them when the children were still young.

I wished him happiness, and what is most strange is that I was not upset at all ...

In the evening I picked up the phone and dialed the number of who was with the night. In short, we got married with him in a month. And still happy.