Since the day I met him, my life has been filled with pleasure. I am a twenty-three-year-old brown-haired woman. On the days when I don’t wear make-up, put my hair in a ponytail and go for a run, everyone sees me as seventeen or eighteen years old. I like the phrases that are thrown by saying “l****am”. It drives men crazy when I run with my narrow hips and small, erect breasts bouncing. Because I don’t wear underwear. As my shorts or sweatpants slide between my hips, it creates a feeling that I enjoy. I see that no one passes me while I’m running. They’re all running behind me. Sometimes it happens to abusers. I’m used to the bullshit, but the manual abuse makes me mad. That’s how I met him. And everything fell apart in an instant.

After running briskly for a long time, I put my hands on my knees and tried to breathe. I wasn’t even aware of this half-twig where my hips were showing off in all their beauty. I stopped running and tried to rest because I was out of breath. That’s when I shouted “Bastard” to the man who sprinted down my hips with a smack and a grin. The place he hit was on fire. I escaped crashing to the ground at the last moment. I thought I knew this young man. I knew he lived close to mine. Because after seeing him a few times, I followed him and learned about his house. Even though he wasn’t considered handsome, I couldn’t ignore that his body turned me on. Her doing this abuse made my insatiable pussy water. I started running too. When I got to her house and knocked on the door, I didn’t know what to do.

When I opened the door, he appeared in front of me with a towel wrapped around his waist and his wet body. He raised an eyebrow when he saw me. After I slapped him in the face, he pulled me by the arm and took me inside, pressed me against the wall and kissed. It happened so fast that I was out of breath. “Who do you think you’re messing with?” I pushed him away. “My name is Murat baby, first of all, I can sue you for trespassing,” he said, and put his finger between my trembling lips. He was playing with me. As I was breathing rapidly with excitement, my breasts were moving up and down between the two of us, and my aroused body desired the man more as my nipples crawled on his bare chest and grew larger. He was right, he could have complained about me if he wanted to. But we both had other thoughts.

Murat was much more voluptuous and much stronger than he looked. The fact that an outlier woman like me came to his rooftop house and attacked him suddenly revealed his lust. He pushed me so hard that I slammed my right and left as I fell to the ground and groaned in pain. My t-shirt, which was stuck on the pointed iron corner of the coffee table, was torn as “Screech”. My defenseless and naked state was very pleasing to Murat. He tangled my hair in his hand and pressed it to my lips as I moaned in pain. Biting my lips, Murat sucked my tongue as the pleasure of pain spread through my body. His other hand dug into my torn shirt. He found my chest and squeezed his knee into my pussy. His caresses soften my tense muscles from running. I couldn’t think of anything but him touching me. I was lying on the floor wanting the chills his caresses made on my body, the temptation to hurt me.

I lay on my face and started rubbing my pussy against the long piles of the carpet. If only you could experience the pleasure of trying to masturbate in a stranger’s living room. The black hairs on my cunt were mingling with the piles of the carpet. “Shraakk,” I groaned as the strap slammed into my flesh. I didn’t expect this, but I sincerely wanted it to hurt me. Murat had one foot pressed on my waist and was hitting my narrow hips with a strap. I was bumping left and right as I fluttered. Inside me was a bitter taste mixed with fear. The pain intensified as Murat stopped whipping and pinched my swollen ass. He put his hands on my breasts and came closer to me from behind. He bit my earlobe and said, “You didn’t expect that much, did you? I’ve been planning for this for days. We have a mutual friend. He told me about your secret pleasures. Are you wondering who you are?” he said, taking his place between my hips.
Even if he didn’t get inside me, his hard-packed dick he tucked in my ass drove me crazy. I was pushing my ass against him to take it inside me. He was turning the ends of my breasts between his fingers, crushing them like a grape. Until that moment, I had not grit my teeth and showed him my pain and desire. I didn’t even have a bite. I wanted to prove that I was strong. She lifted me up and threw me on the square pouf. While my arms and head hung down, my ass was up as he wanted, in the position where he could sting. I felt like I was going to suffocate when I put the belt around my neck and buckled the innermost hole. It was this moment that he came in behind me. As the pain and burning sensation in the places where he hit me passed, it was as if a piece of wood that had turned into embers entered my back. While I was trying to pull my legs to myself with pain, I was stiff because of the belt that was tightening my neck.
The painful waters coming from my pussy overwhelmed me with pleasure. Mixed feelings, the breathing of Murat, who came in and out behind me, and I, who was moaning, became a whole. He was my master, and I was his slave. It brought me pleasure by giving me pain. It was such a magnificent orgasm that my bitten lips were covered in blood. “Who is it?” I groaned. I trembled when Murat put his organ between my bleeding lips and said “Ceyda”. Ceyda was my lover. It was the tall, gorgeously beautiful brunette girl who got me used to the pain. “How do you know him?” I said. I asked this question after I swallowed Murat’s sperm that had ejaculated in my mouth. “She will be my older sister. He wrote everything about you in his diary, and when I read it, I wanted to get to know you. Turns out we were neighbors. It caught my attention that my sister came to me often. I saw you when I followed him. I’ve been following ever since. As you can see, I achieved my goal. You gave me a lot of pleasure,” he said.

I, who do not believe in coincidences, was stunned. But I still see Murat because I can’t give up the pleasure of pain. What I want is there for now. I don’t know what will happen tomorrow.