MY BOSSES
I want to work again

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It felt relieved, the entire dirt felt collapsed. Calming, to the point of making Alexandra forget that Abama was busy taking off all her clothes. Walk without a thread, take a whiskey bottle and pour it in a small tall glass.

Shake to and fro Abama's trunk. While the people are busy sipping whiskey little by little. Watch Alexandra's gentle movements. The white skin looks slippery, reflected in a dim light. His eyes were closed, with the occasional murmur of the rowdy calm he got.

Finished with his whisky, Abama joined Alexandra. Gently enter, while lifting the Alexandra peach fruit. Humped him, with Alexandra lying on her stomach in the chest.

Surprised, until his heart pumped faster. Water in the tub too, back out overflowing. The clothes filled Alexandra's back.

"Does the sun make your skin black?" Raspy wet, with heavy intonation Abama asked.

Scratch all my hair Alexandra. Abama is cruel and arrogant. How could such sweet words come out of his mouth? What is satanic whiskey?.

"You're drunk."

"Not so. just one glass."

"Alcohol has entered your body." Grunts Alexandra, turns around and is about to get out of the tub.

Abama chuckled, grabbing back Alexandra's small waist. "It's so small, so it fits in my hand."

"I'm done." Prevent Alexandra, don't want to! It was enough last night to make him unable to walk.

"I haven't. I'm just getting started." Whisper, with a low accent.

Gobble Alexandra's lips greedily, tilting her head to the left to deepen. Sound between two interlocked tongues. Fighting in the oral cavity, biting each other intensely.

Abama's hand grabbed a full glass of whiskey. Hold it straight in one drink. Grab Alexandra's head, with hunting breath. The whiskey flowed down Alexandra's esophagus. Sealed tightly, withstanding the heat of the alcohol that choked his neck.

Alexandra accidentally hit Abama's chest hard, making him die with the hot drink. Alexandra's punch, keeps Abama's hand active. Grab it, put it up. Until Alexandra's body position sits right on Abama's trunk.

Looking back at Alexandra's head, felt an amused feeling in her jaw. Wet, full of passion when it turns out both hands are now tied by a tie belonging to Abama.

Reverse position! Alexandra is downstairs. Right in brackets by Abama's burly body. Kiss Alexandra's whole face, until it gets wet. His head was busy tasting the sweetness of Alexandra's skin. His hands were busy twirling the papaya fruit belonging to Alexandra. Twist the tip, rubbing it with your thumb.

"Oohh!! Abama!!" New in the middle of the road. Alexandra had already pulled out a clear liquid from her hole.

Soon Abama lick, complete until it becomes dry again. Half-standing, showing her trunk right on Alexandra's face. Squeeze roughly the two Alexandra papaya fruits, fusing them into one with two checks.

Exit the trunk of Abama among the papaya Alexandra.

Cold, stiff, and full of veins. Sticking in the middle of Alexandra's chest.

"ABAMA!!"

"Yes? Shout, Alexandra. I love the sound of hunting you." Re-stamp Alexandra's face. Down, down to the stomach.

He bites a little, then looks for a small seed in Alexandra's hole. Squeeze it, tear it, and pull it out. The body of Alexandra. Until his back is curved upwards.

The water has cooled, even a few live in the tub.

When Alexandra was about to let out her distress, Abama went in hard tapping on Alexandra's uterine wall.

Large open Alexandra's mouth, her eyes glaring cross-eyed upwards. His hands were tied, making it difficult to channel what he felt.

Out in the bar, make the stye cake become swollen full of stains.

Abama grabbed Alexandra's back. Change positions! Now Alexandra is upstairs. Sitting position, linking the genitals. It's getting deeper, and deeper.

"You! Gi-ahhh-mad!!"

"A compliment to me?" Alexandra answered. The limp was helpless, and the tighter nan in the rod was coming in and out.

"My hips hurt, you idiot!!" Alexandra, I'm not comfortable with this position.

Abama got up, stood with their genitals still in the nest. Walk towards the bed, and Abama continues the action.

Their slippery bodies were full of soap. The sweat that had already flooded them, united already.

"Ohhhh!" alexandra groaned, as his back broke down the mattress.

Abama again shook her hips strongly. Slowed, deep movement. Very deep. Alexandra even imagined that Abama's trunk had reached her intestines! It's insane!. Suddenly it turned fast, until Alexandra's body jolted.

"Babama!! Ouhhh!! I'm tired!! AGHTTT" cried Alexandra, faced directly by the large, stocky, long trunk of Abama.

"Suck! Like you're packing lollipop candy!" Abama's orders forced his trunk into Alexandra's small mouth.

Position six nine. Where Abama suck honey directly on the nest. While Alexandra eats lollipop candy directly on its natural source. Mutually beneficial, while satisfying.

Exhausted, already tired Alexandra's mouth sucks Abama's. The more it feels, the bigger it gets. Big and big, until it makes both cheeks bubble.

Abama unplugged, and then slid back into Alexandra's hole.

With a slight twisting motion, jerk it in. Flowing down liquids****** Abama. Fulfill Alexandra's womb.

Alexandra's breath was almost gone. So did Abama's breath.

"My soul is warm."

"Why not finish?" Alexandra asked, highlighting Abama.

"He produces a lot. Especially for you." Rise riding Alexandra, still not releasing their genitals! Is this what we call walking together? Yes, this is the real definition.

Take Alexandra under the shower. Cleansing her body and Alexandra's. Drying with a towel. At the taste of dry, immediately Abama invited Alexandra to sleep on the mattress. Cuddling each other, unwilling to remove his trunk from Alexandra's hole.

"Soak!" Rengek Alexandra pleaded with Abama.

Shut up, and choose to close your eyes. The body of Alexandra obsession.

Tired, his strength was also equally drained. Making his eyes also closed following Abama into a dream. Ignore the tightness, the important thing is that Abama feels warm. His little brother is not cold tonight! Gochas!.

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The curtain opens automatically when sunlight hits. Making Abama's forehead tangle, to make him wake up. In her eyes was Alexandra's calm face. Swiping her cheeks slowly, and tightened her embrace.

"Gohh!" Abama had forgotten that his sister was still in the cave.

Abama slowly took off her trunk, she had to work. It is also impossible for an Abama to be negligent in work affairs. At her sight Alexandra's mouth opened small, sighing. Funny, early in the morning it's getting energy.

Take a shower and go to the office. He has a lot to take care of.

When his foot came down the stairs, caught the figure of Glen who was sitting with Erick— who turned out to have returned from Africa.

"You tricked me Erick? You said you were going home yesterday. But now it has arrived. Is Africa that close?" sindir Abama's.

"For pleasantries. How's Boss doing?" Tanya Erick stands doing men's-style tos.

"You don't see her face crying out, Ric?" Chirps Glen.

"If seen from his face like satisfied, his passion like channeled well." Erick.

"Well, you're right!" Glen and Erick's little laugh teases Abama.

"A tired of having a head?"

Clumsy, until they make their little laughter stop. "No, not bored. If I get bored, I'll call." Erick calmed his master.

"Ehem! I'm just starting Mr. Abama." Serious mode is starting!.

"Bawahan Thelio has realized that all this time their CCTV we've been crosswise."

"I tried all night to keep your name from leaking. But unfortunately, they know our location in broad outline." Glen.

"Thelio is no ordinary person. Are you sure you want to jump back into the black world?" Ask Erick.

"I've got to save George Lonen. He'd go crazy if he was locked up there constantly."

"Thelio I can no longer call a human being. He's a human-shoved animal. True psychopath." Erick knows exactly who Thelio is.

"You know, but you still ask."

"That's not the point, Mr Abama!"

"But a promise to yourself, who wants to escape the Mafia world!" Erick reiterated.

"Erick, we need to get into the same world as Thelio." Glen Johnson fashion is really serious.

"What Thelio did broke the law. And, the business in Thelio became the target of world agencies. We use those cracks to destroy Thelio."

"Glen, if they can. From the beginning they should have been able to catch Thelio. But look!"

"That law can be fair, if you have money!" Connect Erick.

"You shut up!" Abama's voice was already blaring.

"I have my own way."

"Erick. Ask Mr. Erial for help. Say that his best friend George Lonen is in brackets."

"And you're Glen Johnson! Enter all the depraved cases of Thelio. Enter the data immediately to the world agency."

"You just do what I tell you. Next I take care of." Firm, full of authority Abama said.

Erick nodded, patting Abama on the shoulder. "You're great! Know how to return."

"But Abama. What you did to his daughter, has been in direct violation of his orders."

SERIATE.....

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