THREE MEN FROM THE VILLAGE

TPDD 58 (Iqbal)

Being in a room with a beautiful woman with very minimal clothes, maybe it is often imagined by most men in general. So too with an Iqbal. He also often imagined such an event. But iqbal never expected that what he imagined would be realized this very second.

Yep. In this second, Iqbal was in a room with a beautiful woman and also minimal. After a while, the woman arrived and forced her way in. I don't know what the second son of his employer will do. He could have casually entered the men's room. And that room was his maid's room.

"Non Aleta? Why here?" ask Iqbal. In order not to happen slander, Iqbal also opened the door wide. But Aleta swerved and pushed the door shut.

"Don't say it out loud, someone will hear, how?" hardik Aleta whispered a little. Iqbal just frowned his forehead a sign that he was still surprised.

After Aleta closed the door, she thrust out a bottle. "My feet are sick, would you please, Dad?"

Iqbal received the bottle confusedly. A massage? In the room? Is that true? Iqbal's chest suddenly rumbled with thoughts that had wandered where. How could he be going to massage the smooth legs of his master's son? Iqbal really made a somersault of his mind.

While Aleta, after handing over the bottle, she immediately lay down on Iqbal's mattress. His position on his stomach by wearing a skirt that is not too tight, even wavy to make Aleta's back thigh look so smooth.

"Massage, just in the middle of the room, Non?" take Iqbal between his fucked-up thoughts. Looking at Aleta's body, it really made her male soul wrangle. But Iqbal is still conscious, he's the employer's son.

"No, just here. Iqbal, hurry up!" aleta said a little snapping but with a voice that was somewhat soft. He was afraid, Madam Inah who was in the next room heard it.

Iqbal could not refuse. He was just a driver and the employer was more powerful, so was the employer's son. Iqbal sat on the edge of the mattress and opened a bottle of fragrant oil and poured a few drops of the left hand.

"Where's the sore leg, Non?" ask Iqbal. Aleta instead of answering, she was silent and showed her back thighs with her hands.

For a moment Iqbal shook his head. With his chest pounding, Iqbal began to lay his hands on the smooth thighs of the woman lying on her mattress. Iqbal who is basically not good at massaging, finally just doing the original movement. Just going up and down and a little pressing like massaging your own feet.

"Leave the front, Bal." said Aleta a few moments later after the back leg massaged for a long time.

Without waiting for Iqbal's approval, Aleta immediately turned her back. Iqbal's eyes suddenly opened. Not because Aleta was now on her back but what Iqbal saw made her hidden object stiffen immediately.

Whether consciously or not, the skirt Aleta wore was slightly exposed to the top and showed something beautiful and without being wrapped in a bermuda triangle. What a sight that tests faith in the chest.

Iqbal's hands moved up and down massaging Aleta's thighs with Iqbal's eyes stealing glances towards the woman's beautiful mound. While Aleta, her eyes closed enjoying a gentle massage from the driver's burly hands.

The roar of Iqbal's heart was getting worse when Aleta gave her massage order to go up a little more. How could Aleta easily order that, could Iqbal's hand touch the mound that made him unsettled. But how else, Iqbal could not resist. Iqbal did it.

Every palm of Iqbal's up always almost touched the beautiful mound. Iqbal's male soul grew increasingly turbulent. Something hidden inside his pants was getting stiff and thrashing and pulsing violently like he wanted to pull something out. Due to the increasing pressure that was very tempting, Iqbal immediately stopped his massage.

"Non, it's old? My stomach mules I want to go to the toilet," said Iqbal reasoned. Without waiting for approval, Iqbal just run to toliet and play solo there.

While in the room, Aleta got up and laughed a little. "You're so innocent, Bal. I'm getting more and more challenged to get you."

After muttering, Aleta got up and left Iqbal's room happily.

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