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Hi, my name is Kate, I'm 19. Have you ever forgotten something very important? As if a certain moment was simply cut out of memory?

Recently, I thought that all the troubles had fallen on my head. I thought the series of problems would never end. Who knew that at the end of the bad luck, I would be truly happy. Watch to the end and find out what it's like to live on without remembering some of the very important events that turn your life upside down.

I'm just a normal nineteen-year-old student, and like any girl, I just love to throw hen parties with my favorite girlfriends.

They often make fun of my virginity, saying that I risk remaining an old maid.

I try not to pay attention to their jokes. I have certain desires, but I'm determined to lose my virginity to a guy I really love.

Yes, I have a boyfriend. His name is Mike, he's a little older than me - he's 22. He often hints at sex, but I still can't make up my mind. Maybe I'm not sure he's the one...

By the way, I soon stopped caring about all. An event occurred that made me forget everything...

My parents and I had a terrible accident on our way home from the hypermarket. Our car was just rammed by a huge jeep - mom and dad died immediately.

I could not help my parents, but I still rushed to them - I dreamed that I would see them safe and sound, but, unfortunately, the miracle did not happen. Have you ever felt that your life has collapsed like a card house? My condition could be described as follows.

I got off with a concussion and bruises, and after three days the doctors let me go home.

Mike visited me in the hospital, but I just didn't have the energy to talk to him...

I told Mike that we were breaking up. To be honest, I didn't see much distress on his face. He probably didn't know how to deal with the withdrawn, strange, pale girl I was turning into, either.

A couple of times my friends visited me, they didn't understand why I decided to break up with Mike, but didn't ask unnecessary questions, just entertained me as they could.

After I was discharged, I realized that I just couldn't stay in my home – everything reminded me of my parents.

Tired of screaming with agony, I called my friend. Julia offered to live in her older brother's apartment. He went on a business trip for six months, leaving his sister in charge of his talking parrot.

Now it was my job to feed the talking cockatoo. Well, maybe at least a chatty bird would save me from loneliness.

I liked the apartment - spacious and cozy. After feeding the surprised bird, I decided to go for a walk to properly explore the surrounding area.

I ran into a very nice guy in the elevator. He immediately smiled at me and told me that his name was Steve and he lived on the floor above me.

I didn't even look at him – I needed to let him know that I wasn't in the mood for flirting. I put on my headphones, got out of the elevator, and went about my business.

The next morning was strange. I was awakened by the screams of a parrot. It proudly sat on the roof of his cage.

I could have sworn that I had locked the cage that night. But apparently the parrot was able to open it with its beak.

I put the arguments on hold for later and decided to have a cup of coffee. When I found my cup washed and sitting in the cupboard, I was surprised – I remembered putting it in the sink after drinking tea at night.

Well, either there was a poltergeist in the apartment, or I was gradually going mad.

I decided to get some fresh air to clear my head.

I met Steve again on the way out of the building. He asked me where I was going. When I told him I wanted to go out for coffee, I immediately regretted it, because he was going to follow me.

He really wanted to come with me, but I said firmly that I wanted to be alone. I left, aware that he was looking after me in surprise.

As I was sitting in the coffee shop, I suddenly remembered that Steve had called me by my first name. I wondered how he recognized it, if I clearly remembered not introducing myself.

At home, another surprise was waiting for me. Glancing at my easel, I was stunned – the picture that I was going to finish today was completely ready.

Have you ever felt like you were going crazy? If so, you understand what I experienced at that moment.

But the next week passed relatively calmly – Steve disappeared somewhere, the cups did not fly out of the sink, the parrot did not leave the cage on its own.

I was already calming down, until one day I woke up cold because of the open window. I couldn't find a more or less adequate explanation for this incident.

I immediately called the doctor who saw me after the accident and made an appointment.

Leaving the apartment, I thought about how to describe my condition more accurately to the doctor, so that he would not identify me in a madhouse.

I met Steve again in the elevator. He was acting strangely - he smiled, suddenly grabbed me by the waist and tried to kiss me.

Confused, I pushed him away and slapped him. The guy's face showed confusion.

Steve caught up with me in the yard and demanded an explanation, saying that I had sex with him in the elevator and came to visit him at night, and now I hit him in the face and pretended that we didn't not know each other.

I was taken aback by such audacity. I slapped him again and hurried to the clinic.

The doctor performed the necessary procedures, interviewed me, but found no reason to worry. I realized that he didn't believe me.

I was grieving, but there was clearly something wrong with me. Seeing that I was dissatisfied, he ordered tests and escorted me out of the office.

I returned home. In front of the apartment's front door, I found the disk. It was probably from Steve.

Well, let's see what this scoundrel has come up with. I picked up the disk and went into the apartment.

The disk turned out to be recordings from video surveillance cameras. I was shocked to see myself walk out of the apartment, into the elevator, and literally attack Steve.

Watching me have sex with a guy I barely knew, I couldn't believe my eyes. How could I lose my virginity to him?

This couldn't be happening – my first sex was in the elevator? I imagined this moment so many times, but I never thought that I would lose my virginity in the elevator, and even forget about it. I didn't even know if I liked it, if it hurt, or what I felt. At that moment, I realized that I definitely needed to see a doctor.

When I went to the hospital, I was most afraid of meeting Steve. After standing by the elevator and listening for every sound in the entrance, I decided to go down the stairs. I was frankly afraid of meeting Steve, although I knew that I should at least apologize.

I wanted to consult with my friends, but in this case I would have to tell them everything honestly, and then my gigglers would get tired of making jokes about the fact that only I could lose my virginity so strangely.

This time the doctor took my complaint seriously, and I even brought a disk with me.

With a noticeable frown, the doctor said that the concussion had caused me to lose my memory. After receiving the prescriptions, I went home in a daze.

A bouquet was clutched in the door handle. The flowers lifted my spirits – I felt terrible after my visit to the doctor.

The flowers were accompanied by a note from Steve. He invited me to visit, saying that we need to talk.

I decided to find out right away. I plucked up the courage to go up to his apartment.

Steve was ready for me – there was a huge cake on the table, and a kettle was beeping on the stove.

We had tea. Steve told me that he was an orphan, too, because his parents had died when he was a baby.

He was 21, he was engaged in design and was going to get a dog. To reassure me of his honesty, Steve showed me photos of us together, which, of course, I didn't remember anything about.

Looking at the smiling guy with the parrot on his shoulder, I suddenly realized that I did not feel the same irritation towards him, and in my heart I was even glad that fate had brought us together in such a mysterious way.

I was terribly shy, not knowing what to say next. Apparently we had had sex more than once, and I blushed during tea.

To lighten the mood, Steve invited me to a party that night.

We smiled at each other, and at the door we even kissed each other on the cheek, and both laughed. I suddenly felt light and calm.

Of course I would come to the party, if I remembered. Although ... Steve would remind me.

I still had a lot of work to do on myself, but I was glad that thanks to this strange story, I now had Steve.

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