But then he just started fucking me…The car was immediately filled with the loud sounds of his thighs slapping against my buttocks; but my moaning w...s even louder…The stranger grabbed onto my round hips and just kept drilling me harder.Then he grabbed a fistful of my curly hair and yanked my head back. He made me look forward to some people walking there and he told me they had no idea that some married slut was getting fucked just a few feet away from them right now…I cried and begged him not. But that is going to be their own stories, once their star fades and they crave for the lost adoration they created, as young girls, they will tell us all, of the nights their daddy or uncles, played with them, but I will concentrate on my own experiences.Girls like us are usually the product of a broken home, where our sexualization begins at an early age, years before our first bleeding, long before we know what is right or wrong regarding matters sexual, their was a case in the papers. I left before Gary, leaving him getting his tennis stuff together. I didn't know whether he was actually going to have a game or if it was all show for me.Nihan was waiting for me in the reception of the hotel where we had arranged to meet. Again, I had great difficulty understanding him. His Turkish was so different to anything I had heard before.But with the help of Google translate we got by. We went to the bar where we had a drink together, and he was going to buy me another, but I let him. Moin”kya mast gand hai sania main to teri ball pe hi fida tha par is gand ki to kya bat hai wow mazaa agaya is chacha ko teri gand ka wah mast bhari gand lelelelelelel ahahahhahahha ohohoohoholeleleleleleele kar ke moin ab zor zor se shod raha tha gand ko aur ab usne zor ka phatka diya to ab uska pura mota lund gus gaya sania ki gand me. Sania”mar gayi mai ufufufuufufufufufuahhhaaaaa plezzzzzzzz ahahhahah nikalo bagar plezzzzzzzzz aiiiaiiaiiaiiai isisiisiisisiisisiis ahahah ohohohoohhoohoo.