THREE MEN FROM THE VILLAGE

TPDD 123 (Iqbal)

"You're the one who told me to stay here."

"What's? Really?" ask Karin not to believe it. Iqbal smiled sweetly as he nodded. Of course Karin is getting happy. He immediately shuffled and buried his head in the chest of the driver.

"Cock Papih ngijinin? How's mamih?"

"This is also actually Mamih who gave orders, and Mr. Martin agreed because they don't have you here alone, Non."

"Certainly? What was the house at?"

"We're sitting down, aren't we? Time to talk while standing rich gini?" Karin just smiled hearing that. For a moment Karin took off her arms and let Iqbal sit and she closed the door

After the door closed tightly, Karin caught up with Iqbal. Iqbal sat on the sofa and Karin chose to sit on Iqbal's lap and wrapped her hands around the man's neck.

Iqbal then recounted everything in detail when he returned home. Honestly, in Karin's heart also felt sad to do this. But he also does not want to have to fight with his parents every day. So he decided to leave, rather than later become an ungodly child because every day fighting.

"Non Karin hasn't eaten yet?" Iqbal asked as soon as he finished telling the story.

"After you left, I changed my clothes and went down to eat" explained Karin without wanting to get out of Iqbal's lap. "Now I want to eat yours, Bal? Can you?"

"That's a good dong, good to have me, Non?"

"Yes, it's delicious and never ends."

"Hahaha .. There is only you, Non. Yeah, I'm gonna take my pants off first."

Karin moved to sit on the sofa. Iqbal immediately took off his pants and boxer.

"That's funny, still sleeping's yours, Bal?" said Karin while reaching for the Iqbal weapon that was still shrinking and shrinking.

"Wake up, dong."

Karin directly turned her lips towards Iqbal's weapon. He kissed it in curly hair around the Iqbal gun pretty thick.

"Cock smell of fragrance? Have you taken a shower, Bal? The smell of this soap," asked Karin as she continued to do the action.

"Yes, this is the shower first, not good huh, Non?" answer Iqbal. Karin no longer replied, her mouth was playing with Iqbal weapons that began to tighten.

"Your clothes are open, Non? Everything?"

Without answering, Karin immediately stopped her action and immediately removed everything that was stuck on her body. After everything was released, he went straight to his original position, playing with Iqbal's stiffening object.

Iqbal took off the shirt he was wearing, then his hands began to massage slowly the twin objects that hang and look once chewy. In addition to the twin hills, Iqbal's hand crept towards the favourable valley below Karin's belly.

Karin widened her thighs slightly so that Iqbal's hand could easily play in her hole.

Iqbal began massaging and rubbing Karin's delicacy valley. Sometimes his fingers went into the hole until the hole was wet and Karin felt tired. As at this time, Karin was already whimpering pleasure with an irregular writhing body.

Karin who could not bear to be poked, she immediately stopped her mouth play and moved and sat on Iqbal's lap.

"Come in now, Bal?" pinta Karin and Iqbal of course immediately nodded. Before entering they fight lips first.

After the lip war was over, Karin raised her body and had iqbal aim his weapon to enter.

Before entering, as usual Iqbal swiped the friction of his weapon that had been very stiffened at the lip of Karin's hole. Once quite ready, Iqbal immediately ordered Karin to lower her waist slowly.

There was a bit of pain Karin felt, but she did not back down because she wanted so badly to do it. When Iqbal's weapons have entered all, they are silent for a while while doing lip war.

Afterwards, Karin immediately shook her hips. The look of pleasure was clearly visible on the faces of the two of them. After swaying, Karin started moving up and down.

"Crazy, Non. Why is it so good like this?" racau Iqbal who felt his weapon was being massaged in the hole favors owned by a woman in his lap.

Karin just smiled happily. He also felt great pleasure when his hole was poked to the ground by Iqbal.

Seeing the twin objects belonging to Karin move seductive motion, Iqbal immediately brought his mouth closer and devoured one by one the chewy objects greedily.

Again Iqbal and Karin drift in a game without love. Wisdom games that they will often do every opportunity. Not just one style, they also do a variety of styles that they know.

"Mentokin, Bale."

"Yes, honey."

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