Merry Widow Sister Nalan!

My name is Metin, I’m 33 years old. I own a minibus and I’m filming for a large event in Istanbul. My sister Nalan is at my service. She’s 45 years old, a bit chubby, 1.65 meters tall, and the first person to board in the morning and the last person to disembark in Sarıyer. I’ve been working there for about a year. Since she first started working, she’s always sat in front of me, meaning next to me, and the sight of her legs in her laptop skirt always got me in. We’d gone back and forth every day to chat, but for the past four or five months, there had been a thoughtfulness about her, a sadness in her face. Since we always talked about daily events, I didn’t want to delve into her personal details.

It was now the end of June. That evening, as I left the office and entered the ward, Nalan’s sister’s face was filled with surprise. I asked, “No, sister, what happened? Did something bother you at work?” “No, Metin, it’s been a year since my divorce. The kid was staying with me. Last month, she said she was going to Antalya with my father and left. The house is empty now. I can’t go in anymore. I don’t even want to eat. I don’t know what to do…” he said. “I’d tell you not to worry about your sister, but you’re right. You’re not likely to let it bother you. Listen, it’s Friday. If you’d like, I could buy you fish sandwiches in İstinye tonight. Maybe you’ll get a headache. Would that make a difference?” I said. “Thanks, Metin, but I don’t want to burden you with my problems either.” When I insisted, he said, “Okay, okay!” After the service was over, we went back to İstinye. They’d renovated an old boat into a fish restaurant there. We went out and ordered fish. The waiter said, “What would you like to drink?” and I ordered a double Rakı. At first, Nalan said, “I won’t,” but when he insisted, she bought a double. When I ordered the Balık Rakı, the second double was finished. When the conversation turned to chatter and the third couple finished, I looked at Nalan; she was drunk…

We sat down and stood up a bit longer. I’m taking Nalan to Sarıyer. We got in my car, and as always, she sat next to me. But what a session! With this drunken mind, her already short skirt had been completely removed, leaving her legs looking like her calves. Her blouse was unbuttoned, the neckline exposed, and she was wearing a revealing black dress, her nipples practically visible. Is my dick good, asshole? We arrived in front of her apartment without a word. It was well past 12:00 in the evening. When she got out of the car, her cleavage was exposed down to her panties; her black lace panties didn’t cover her pussy lips. I helped her open the front door of the apartment, and she was already swaying slightly. “Let me carry you up the stairs,” I said, and I put myself on her arm. Our bare arms were touching, and her scent excited me to the core. And when Nalan leaned forward devoutly, my dick wouldn’t fit in my pants. She opened the apartment door, and we went in…

Nalan was the first to speak: “Come in, sit down, Metin. I’ll make you some coffee,” she said, and then she closed the door. At that moment, I embraced Nalan, embracing her lips. At first, I wanted to avoid her lips, but my arms were already wrapped around her body. I had pulled her closer, and our bodies were pressed together. My hard cock pressed against Nalan’s slightly prominent belly, while I began kissing her neck. The contact of my lips with her neck swept Nalan into a sea of ​​lust. Suddenly, our lips and tongues met, and we began kissing passionately in the hallway. Our hands caressed everything, and we found ourselves on a bed. We undressed quickly, leaving only our underwear. In the blink of an eye, I pulled Nalan’s big breasts out of her pussy, and with my right hand, I pulled down her panties. At the same time, Nalan pulled down my panties, releasing my cock like a spear…

I slipped between Nalan’s legs and began sucking her pussy lips. Aralık. Nalan’s voice quivered, “Eat me, finish me, man!” Suddenly, we found ourselves in a 69 position, and Nalan’s lips felt like fire on the head of my cock. While Nalan was licking my cock, I pushed my tongue deep into her pussy and began fucking her with it. Nalan crossed her legs and pressed her pussy against my face. Soon, she began to tremble, moaning in a deep, trembling voice like a lullaby. Her pussy was gushing with water. I noticed Nalan’s sister was having an orgasm. Her pristine pussy lips were swollen and red. When she finished, she said, “Get it up and put it in!” she moaned. I quickly turned around, took my place between her legs, kicked the throbbing head of my cock, applied a few thrusts between her sister’s pussy lips, and filled Aralık. Nalan, a 45-year-old widow who hadn’t been fucked in a year, had a pussy so tight I barely made it in…

When my balls were jammed against her sister’s groin, she cried out, “Aahhhh!” But every time I tried, she’d film herself, “Ohhhh!” “I’m not leaving you anymore, Metin, you’re my husband, thrust, thrust faster, finish me off, ohhhh, faster!” With that, I suddenly sped up. As I bottomed out, Nalan’s sister’s urges grew stronger. At one point, when I leaned over and began pumping her pussy rapidly from behind, Nalan said, “Break me, husband, deconstruct me, my message!” She moaned. After five or ten minutes of pumping, Nalan suddenly leaned back against me and twitched, squeezing my cock into her pussy. She was having another orgasm. “I’m coming too!” Come inside me! I’ll feel my juices gushing out, mmm! “It exploded inside me!” As soon as I said that, I started squirting and cumming like crazy. I was done cumming, but my dick hadn’t gotten any harder. I forced people to come and go quickly. My cock was soaked in my cum, her pussy burning. When my knees felt weak, I collapsed on top of her. We both finished, just cuddled, and lay down for a while to rest.

That night, I fucked Nalan twice more, and now we fuck every day. 🙂