He responded back to Mehmed almost as if scolding him."He asks if you are whore," Ibrahim said. "I said no you are not whore. I tell him you are a nic... girl that is also a sürtük." What does that mean?" I asked."Sürtük means slut," he said.For some reason, I had to laugh. I couldn't argue with that observation based on my recent behavior. I was a nice girl but a slut."Do not get insulted that he thinks you were a whore. It is only because you are so beautiful he thinks I can only get you if I. Being drunker now I bought her a drink and was seriously flirting with her.After a couple more drinks and some banter, Hannah leaned in and said in my ear, “So is it true? About your cock? Is it huge?”“It does the job! Christ, I’m not Frankenstein,” I laughed“I wouldn’t say it’s huge, it’s just... oh piss off Hannah, hahaha,” we both laughed.Helens voice joined in, “It is a good size, I’ve seen it but he knows how to use it to and how to get a girl ready for it!”“How the fuck do you know?” I. I yawn, get up, and walk into the kitchen to make breakfast mostly because it’s grown into a habit. The sizzling sound and smell of bacon quickly flourish through the house. I start up the coffee pot for my friend mom and myself. I give another yawn and realize that I’m more tired than what I actually probably look like. I guess I love to work so much I barely notice things like this. I hear someone running down the steps so I turn to see who it is. My friend, dressed in a red pajama pants and. I slowly lowered my head over his hard cock, my eyes never leaving his face as I tried to swallow as much of him as I could. He felt so hot, hard and velvety between my hungry lips. I was deep throating his monster cock, his one hand on my head forcing my head down deeper on his shaft. He had never stopped finger fucking me and I had cum three times and hadn't had his cock inside me yet. He was using four fingers in my hungry cunt, it hurt a little but it felt so good that I didn't want him to.