EYHEMAN (English)

(From the male character narration...)

A city...

Isolate streets.

Wet streets.

abandoned vehicles...

Sinful bodies taken prisoner by the skin...

Each one smashes to become one.

As I slid my hand between her hips and touched her hole, she pressed herself against me and my d**k sank into her warm femininity. "Afran," she groaned as I rubbed herself into the cleft between her femininity, content with her wetness. "Ahh...mmh."

“Afran is hard,” I said as I shoved a finger into the hole between her hips. His hip was arched. "Sorry, let it hit you," I said hoarsely, rubbing my d**k between the lips of your femininity. "How narrow his mouth is."

My strokes accelerated as the wetness on my fingers turned the slippery path between my legs.

(The story in Turkish has been translated into English.)