CINDERELLA SOMPLAK!!
Cinderella Somplak Part 48.night morning hold Saki Saki
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Night Day of the•
At eight o'clock in the evening, Cinderella woke up from her sleep and spread her gaze across the room with a confused face because she saw no one in the room..
Cinderella got out of bed to the bathroom, enduring the pain in her sensitive area of battle with the ferocious banana horn made in Arabia.
Cinderella soaked in warm water mixed with essential fragrances that will make her fresh and relax again after feeling aches and pains simultaneously.
After a while, Cinderella carefully washed her body and went out of the bathroom to the closet to pick up the clothes she was going to wear.
''Yank.'' Agam called Cinderella and was a little surprised to see his wife had taken a bath.
Cinderella. ''Where are you from?''
''Abis lager lunch, all take this for you.'' I put a tray with food and a glass of water. ''I thought I wasn't awake yet, still sick?'' Ask Agam again.
''A little bit.'' Cinderella replied timidly, and turned her gaze towards the clothes that were in the closet..
Cinderella was embarrassed to remember how brutally the banana horn made in Arabia colonized her..
And that night they spent with the onslaught of the mighty onslaught, until there was an earthquake under the nature of goib that makes the coconut milk and manners along with the demons and devilish run kocar kacir hide themselves from the shock. Until they don't remember that they can disappear instead of running..
So panicked guys yaaa panicked.
Unlike Cinderella and Agam who are enjoying a thousand nights of pleasure. The Mexican witch mom and the lambskin caterpillar Nungky were feeling the pain of Cinderella this afternoon.
They are feeling the pain and itching simultaneously, and it makes their skin become red to the bed because it is too scratched in excess.
''Fucking cinderella! must have been the child, he really should I get rid of.'' muttered stepmother Amora was on the verge of patience with all the acts of Cinderella. And now he's going to avenge everything Cinderella did to him..
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The bell rang out loud at the Agam and Cinderella residence, but the owner of the house had not yet opened the door for guests who came.
''Where the hell is this? kok is still dark and has not been opened the curtains.'' groused Melly wailing peek into the house, but boro-boro can peek inside! seeing the gap was not there because so tight even ants could not enter through anywhere..
''Where the hell! today will meet the task of the killer lecturer, the Ella looking for because of this.'' Melly kept pressing the bell without getting bored..
While the host has not been revoked, even they are legit again enjoying a banana horn that is still warm sprinkled with sweet condensed chocolate milk...
heh, why is it an advertisement...
''Gam, open the door first!'' pinta Cinderella on Agam who is still pushing her hips..
''Still playing Yank, uuhh really good.'' Agam continues to shake his hips in a fast but delicious rhythm, and the occasional stomping makes Cinderella crazy with that taste..
''But_ aahh beris_ uummhh really.'' sigh unstoppable until the talk was cut into pieces.
Instead of stopping his movements, Agam even more aggressively stomping his own that had never felt the heaven of the world like this. Until finally Agam can achieve the pleasure that he will continue to feel when he wants it.
Arggh..
Agam pressed his hips, until the stocky body collapsed on top of Cinderella's body which was still panting and feeling exhausted..
Their eyes stared at each other playfully, the sweaty furrows bearing witness as Agam continued to ravish Cinderella from yesterday afternoon until the morning before noon.
Cup.. Thanks darlin..
The two men lie down, and sleep again because they are tired of racing around nirvana with a pony-style mimi fairy. Without caring about the bell that has sounded even the door was not desired by the two people who were drunk on pleasure...
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...LIKE.COMEN....
...don't forget...
...Insha Allah if there is time up later.....
