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Sex reviews and adventures of tourist Mustafa

Sex reviews and adventures of tourist Mustafa

In general, Mustafa is not a name, but a surname. But my Russian friends know little about this. I do not take offense and I respond even to the familiar "Misha". It sounds so funny in Russian: "Miiiiisha". Especially if it's pronounced in a woman's voice. I mleju and blossom - the Turks speak quite differently ...

My mother is from the USSR. She worked in Turkey through diplomatic channels, met her father and stayed here after the collapse of the Union. And my relatives on the maternal line then scattered across different countries - Russia, Ukraine, Belarus, Kazakhstan. So among friends-peers I have the biggest experience of international trips! But I was not in Kharkov before.

In general, the night life of Kharkov is an occasion for numerous student conversations in Turkey. Here, as in a typical Muslim country, do not get acquainted with girls on the streets, do not drink with them in bars and do not have sex on the first date. To do this, you have to travel to some tourist Antalya and spend time with cute foreigners - mostly beautiful girls of Ukraine and Russia. But the choice, for sure, is much more in the "country of manufacture!"

In Kharkov, I came to cousins, with whom we regularly communicate and correspond. A year ago they stayed with us, and we had a good time. It was time for a return visit. Moreover, the guys have long promised me a sea of ​​alcohol, an incendiary gap in nightclubs and, of course, sex in Kharkov. I did not have to beg for a long time!

The city met me in the morning mist and in the autumn cool weather. The brothers - Kolya and Alexei, and with them their friend - Tolik - met me, which is called with open arms. Unlike me, they were dressed in the weather - in light jackets, buttoned to the very chin. Looking at the way I'm going and dancing from the cold in anticipation of a taxi, Kolya handed me a metal flask:
- Let's warm up your Turkish blood! We need your cold corpse for nothing. Nefig aggravate an already difficult political situation!
The burning liquid rushed through the esophagus. Breath stifled and tears came to my eyes. Coughing, I held the flask back. All the guys laughed, and Tolik patted me on the back:
"What, bro, this is not your vainglorious little vinchik!" The finest Scotch whiskey - straight from home! What did you think? In Kharkov, as in Greece, - there is everything!
Pleasant warmth spread over the entrails. Even the dank fog seemed to me akin. And I swallowed again.
"Enough, we still have girls today!" - Alex stopped me and, taking the flask, stretched a square of chocolate, which is served to coffee in airplanes and trains.

After I took up Kolya's place and took a shower, we decided to go have breakfast and visit a movie. Fortunately in the city full of cinemas, where they show movies in Russian. And I understand him by ear perfectly. The truth I'm talking to the accent. But I am fluent in English (this is from my school), than we often used with my brothers in Turkey, pretending to myself when meeting tourists from Europe. The film turned out to be so-so, especially if you do not take into account the outstanding breasts of one of the main characters and the naked girl's asses glimmering here and there. At us the majority of similar scenes, probably, would cut out ...
 
But I liked the city. Great and majestic, it was little like the Turkish and European cities in which I had to visit. Strange, amazing in its size and shape, buildings, a mix of different architectural styles, a huge number of cafes, restaurants, bars and friendly open people. A special theme is the girls of Kharkov. So many beauties per square meter of space I never came across! And most importantly, they all smiled at us !!!

Day flew for walks in Kharkov and fun conversations. We stopped to have a snack in the local McDonald's, I was fed a real Ukrainian borsch, dumplings and, of course, gorilka. True, she did not impress me very much - Turkish vodka (crayfish) is much better. And when I announced this, Kolya proposed to go to one "cozy place", where he promised us crayfish, hookah, and a beautiful erotic dance. No, of course, he was not going to do it!

Naked beauty, dancing on my lap - one of the brightest impressions of Kharkov! A young, well-built body, luxurious wheat tresses, flowing over the girl's angular shoulders and a luscious, resilient chest, swaying in time with movements in front of my eyes ... Is anyone at least able to forget this? I personally do not. The graceful movements of the dancer and the girl herself were so fond of me that I wanted to shove a green crunchy piece of paper over the elastic of her panties. But they were not on the girl.

Rakia gently drunk, thanks to its anise taste, but acts quickly and imperceptibly. Therefore, I was already in a small but pleasant drink (like my friends) when I was at the club. The music was very loud, and we practically did not hear each other. However, it was and to nothing, around danced and smiled dozens of beauties for every taste - blondes and brunettes, plump and slender, tanned and snow-white. I even podzavis a little bit from such a variety. But Alexei returned me to the reality, returning to the bar counter, accompanied by three girls.

- Guys, our team for today! Please love and respect! he shouted and ordered six tequila.

The delegation of the young ladies happened somehow by itself. I got a big-breasted blonde in a tight attire-Nadia. True, the dialogue at first glued with difficulty. I understood perfectly what she was saying, but loud music, intoxication, and not a better knowledge of Russian conversation prevented me from communicating my thoughts. I've heard a lot about dating in Kharkov, but that everything will be so simple - I did not. For the ridiculous for Turkish (and even more European) standards, we retired in a VIP-room - a cozy semi-dark room with a table and a huge sofa - and kissed for a long time ...

"Wait, there will be SEX for you," Nadya whispered, pulling on a tight-fitting dress-such a sex that you and Turkish will forget ...

I was tangled in the buttons of my shirt and, it seems, began to sober up. But the girl did not let me do it. In her hands, from nowhere, there were a couple of tequila pouches - one she held out to me:

- Viva, Turkey, damn it! - Nadya smiled and drank, relishfully squeezed a slice of lemon into her mouth. Then she threw off her bra and squeezed the rests of lemon juice on the nipple of her right breast, wrapped it around her palm:

"Give it to me, I already prepared a snack."

It was impossible to refuse her, especially since the girl's hand had already groped for my manhood and released him from his pants ...

Describing sex with hot Ukrainians is a thankless task. It's better to try it yourself. Otherwise no Turkish words on this simply will not suffice. And the Russians will not be enough ...


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