I pulled down my pants with shorts and sucked in his still sluggish, but impressive member. He quickly got stronger in my mouth, Andreas asked me to become cancer on the bed, and as soon as I took the necessary position, he threw his aggregate into my cunt, and without ceremony, quickly earned his hips, hammering my vagina. His baton stretched me so powerfully and touched my uterus at the same time, that I would climb onto the wall from excitement, but he would plant my monster so firmly and tightly that I couldn’t tear myself away from him with all my desire, and I did not want. I began to shake from a wild orgasm, and Andreas with one powerful blow invaded my long-suffering butt, tearing a cry of pain from my chest, although I was already thoroughly broken by my relatives, but his cock still racked me with its power and unexpectedness of the invasion. He didn’t pay attention to my screams and piped up my ass with all his might, stretching my hemispheres with my hands to stupor and insisting that when I became his wife, he would tear up my ass every day until she adapted to him.

And indeed, I soon got used to its size, and although I did not get much pleasure, but the pain went away, although I felt great discomfort, of course. He did not put on the gum, and poured his seed on my back and buttocks, wiping them off and made me suck the dick that had been completely clean. I fulfilled his demand, licked dry and the trunk, and the eggs, after which he thanked me, dressed and left, kissed my cheek and promising to come the other day as he was free, patting his ass and asking him not to delay with the decision and accept him wedding proposal. I spent the rest of my working day thinking about his proposal and about my future life, because I still have to work for three months in a brothel, while at the same time fucking with my husband, his uncle, and Andreas, who called me to be his wife. I was completely confused and upset by everything that happened, and mechanically surrendered to clients who fucked me in different poses and in different holes without experiencing any special feelings.

And so, having prepared for the arrival of another client, I was sitting on the bed, when suddenly Siegfried came in to me, who stroked my head, and looking into my eyes with concern, asked if I was sick. I looked up from my thoughts, and looking into his anxious eyes, said that everything was fine, but I think that one client offered to be his wife, and another client - my husband, who comes to me with his uncle. Siegfried laughed at my words, and then strictly said that the situation was, of course, non-standard, but a way out could be found. I looked at him with a question, and he continued, saying that in the case of a real husband, it was in the interests of all parties not to reveal himself in order to avoid family complications, and let her husband go to me further, with a grin he expressed his thought, especially will cheat on me with me, and not with an alien woman. As for the uncle, it should be insulting to my husband, but he does not know that I am fucking him, and on the third hand, the extra customers will not interfere with Siegfried, so let him visit me further.

Regarding Andreas, he said that even if I filed a divorce application today, I would not be divorced immediately, as time is needed for his consideration and dissolution, the same applies to the marriage application, so I will have to make love with Andreas within three months only here, because otherwise it will be considered as the fact that I discourage the client from the employer, while receiving personal benefit without paying taxes, and this will bring on me such a huge fine, which will be much more than what I earn here for three months. I was frightened by his words and regretted that I let go of my smart-ass boss.Seeing my upset look, Siegfried affectionately hugged me, and kissed my forehead, “comforted” me by the fact that they would fly by quickly for three months. When he came out, I noticed that the work time was over, went to the medic and the examination, then got dressed, took the cell phone and went out into the street. Fresh air cooled my worries, and as always, I decided to go to my Turkish woman.

Probably, I still fell in love with Sharaf, feeling light-headed when entering the cafe, and my heart was beating so hard that it was ready to jump out of my chest. Sharaf probably himself was very much waiting for my arrival, as he saw me, he left a client whom he serviced and flew up to me. His smile lit up his dark, handsome face, and I took him by the outstretched hand and followed him. He led me to the same secluded corner and disappeared, soon appearing with a tray on which was my standard order, and in the middle was a vase with a bouquet of elegant burgundy meter roses, exuding a breathtaking scent. I almost burst into tears from an excess of feelings holding me back, thanking him warmly, and when he leaned over to ask me what else I wanted, I involuntarily clung to his boyish, puffy lips and kissed him passionately. He was stunned by my unexpected kiss and froze, but I barely broke off from his lips and apologized for embarrassing him. His eyes burned like embers, and he gallantly took my hand and gently fell to her with a passionate kiss, whispering in my ear that you immediately fell in love with me. He asked me what I would do after dinner, and when I said that I was free until evening, I suggested that I take a walk in the botanical garden and feed the swans. I gladly agreed, asking what about his work, to which he replied that he had insured in advance, calling for help from his brother. I smiled, welcoming his enterprise in the shower.