
"Boss, we're out of the chase" Jordan's new aide reported by telephone.
"good. Change of plan, bring him to me now. hahahahaha.." Jordan's loud laughter made a horrifying atmosphere seep into the bones of his men.
"Good, boss"
"Prepare the room, we will have special guests" Jordan told the assistants who were immediately carried out by them.
"Ah.. I have not indulged myself for a long time. fiuuuhhh.. soon you will feel the extraordinary sensation of bercin ta.." monologue Jordan in the bath tube while stroking the navel. Set it up for the greatest battle of the century.
"Luck. baby.. I really want you. ahh.." continued Jordan a little warm up with his magic wand
By ourselves....
Witnessed by the satisfiers who never give satisfaction each swallow because of Jordan's proportional body without a thread covered with soap, the, but the ripples of water from the movement of Jordan's hand that spoiled his magic wand made anyone who saw, imagine the pleasure of being in the warmth of the man's body in his 50s.
Age can be half a century, but his might does not make him look old.
"T. sir, let me help you." said one of the ladies volunteered because he could not resist the desire.
Although Jordan always plays rough, but they do not mind it.
The rougher Jordan was, the more satisfied they were.
Jordan stopped the movement of his hand and turned to the woman.
"What did you say?" jordan asked flatly with a sharp look.
The woman felt she got the chance and stepped closer with a beautiful and seductive smile. Kneeling beside the bath tube and then extending his hand into the water to reach his dream heirloom.
"Let me help you." repeated the woman with a hunting breath, provoked by her own imagination.
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Jordan caught the hand that almost touched his navel.
"You dare touch me with your filthy hands?" hiss Jordan while tightening his check. If he wanted to, he could have broken the woman's hand.
Without her expecting it, the two other women were just as tempted by Jordan's athletic body, with her compact putting up handcuffs behind the bath tube.
The handcuffs that Jordan put up to enjoy the young girls.
Without waiting any longer, the woman whose hands were blocked immediately went into the bath tube and stuck Jordan's heirloom in the gap that had been forgotten.
"Eengghh.. fuck you. You dare. aarrghh.." erang Jordan when feeling the warmth of the gap that moves wildly.
While the two women waiting for the middle queue are smacking each other, with hands that are not silent give each other warming up.
It was only when the first woman arrived at her peak that the woman with shaggy hair pulled her out of the bath tube and replaced her with a mighty Jordanian scepter.
He never got the pleasure like today because it was always isolated and only used as a display.
"Sshitt was as good as this. aahh.." the squealing of the fat-haired woman made Jordan close her eyes.
"You... you.. per cloud?" askanya then who then moved from below.
Although it was painful, but then it felt very extraordinary felt by the woman.
"You fools for not touching me. ahhh... more cepaahhh.." chuckling the flap-haired woman then drooped because she had reached her peak.
But Jordan, who still survives, wants a release because it is almost time at the peak.
The next woman felt like she didn't want to be missed. He wanted to feel a peak sensation that he had never felt before.
Soon he pulled his rival's friend to change his position.
"Aaaarrgghh...why could this big.." The last woman squealed then wild because her has rat was already in the tubun just witnessed their madness. And now when he could feel that madness, that unstoppable sense of pleasure instantly exploded, along with the explosion of Jordan's jumbo missile.
Afterwards, the three women left Jordan still in a handcuffed state.
They escape knowing Jordan will be executed thanks to their recklessness tarnishing Jordan's sacred night with the woman he seeks.