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He also decided to examine me.
He ordered, precisely ordered, undress to his underpants.
While I was hesitating with my rags, he took off his jacket and t-shirt and appeared before me with a naked torso.

He was covered in tattoos.
All of them were odnosmysleny: girls in different poses, knives, a few words, some crosses and stars.
On one hand was a wide leather bracelet with metal stripes.
His chest was pumped and hairy, that is, it was no match for my almost flat and hairless chest.
I did not arbitrarily stare at him, more precisely at his torso.
Looking at it, I stumbled upon the word “virginity” and involuntarily looked down and moved my knees together, it was really not cold, but a chill broke through me.
I stood and drove my eyes on the floor for about half a minute.

When I looked up, I realized that Mahmoud was looking at my hips. arab sex chat cam
He looked at me and asked if I wanted to drink: – You can: – I said shortly and quickly, looking away.
He went into another room.
I stood, then sat down on the couch.
Muhmud brought two glasses of water.
I drank a little and put it on the table.
He drained the glass and sat down next to me, taking a rubber mallet.
He told me to put my legs and started tapping them on the knee.
There was no reaction.
For some reason I felt cool and I was beaten with a weak chill.
I drank some more water.
When he put the glass, he put his hand on my thigh and began to shake and knead it.
“Relax, don’t strain yourself,” he soothed me.
He knocked again.
I already raised my leg and did not lower it.
He told me that I had something wrong and somehow pathetically stroked my back on my shoulder blades.

He put the hammer aside and began to massage my foot again with his second hand.
I stroked it gently, gradually moving to the inside.
I was sitting in a strange daze, afraid to move, not to mention talking to him.
When he grabbed my thigh almost from the bottom, I tried to get up.
But he grabbed my leg and pressed it tightly against the couch.
I tried to get out, but only fidgeted over the seat.
Mahmud moved closer to my ear, and through the hot breath I heard: – Are you afraid? he whispered mysteriously.
Suddenly he let me go, and in my shorts, I rushed to the exit.
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