The Mafia's Advanced Chip (Kurcil Smart)
Girl Ten M

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"Hey, Mbun!"

Pending dew that wants to call the name Rainbow. Aghast was shocked at the small hand blow of a newly arrived man patting her on the shoulder.

"Damn it!" Dew Grunts rolled his lazy eyes at the man he didn't like. He forgot at once what he was about to mention to the Storm.

"How about we go down to the dance floor, beautiful? Than here is so boring." The man stared dislikefully at the Storm. He pulled the hand of the Dew a little forcefully. His gaze greatly added to the sweet-skinned girl.... It is beautiful where it is under the bed.

The storm obviously knew it was a predator's gaze, but she was watching quite the moment, after all? Just name he doesn't know, why should he care. Every visitor must have known it was not the impact that dared to enter the club. Many women who enter this room but out have changed women, not girls anymore.

"What the hell, Fano! I don't want to, ah!" The dew pulled his hand from the man who was still tight to invite him away. His lips became pouted.

"Ah, it turns out you're drunk, Dew! I'll just take you home, here are so many crocodiles ready to devour you alive." Again, the man stared at the cynical Storm as the crocodile said. The storm just relaxed.

A crocodile? Dew remembers the warning of Thunder. That's driving him crazy.

"I will devour the crocodile. You're the culture? Oh, no! you deserve to be named a snapper! and I've been fishing for a beautiful snapper that's no less macho than him."

Dew raved it was not because, he was crazy because of the alcohol that brought his logic fly. Suddenly, the Storm he dubbed as a snapper has now attacked the lips of the Storm is very fierce in the middle of public and also in front of a man named Fano.

"Grow!"'sniffed the man. Her hand wanted to pull the sexy off the activation that made her hareudang. But in the morning, the Storm swiftly patted him with his right hand, while his left hand he held the nape of the nape of the woman who made his libido wriggle. The man left with a hot heart, tonight he failed again to get the body of Dewun and his fate only got the care of pimps who had boring the nest.

"Uh, thank you, man! your lips are sweet."

Dew detached from the pagutan that started itself. He was actually not so drunk, so he was a little aware of his presumptuous behavior. In order to avoid the forcible Fano, he made his snapper storm.

But unfortunately, why is it the Badai who look at him like a prey that is ready to pounce on him. This is mah! the problem!

Dew so kicep. Uh, but wait...He is a Dew! time is just scared...Oh, can't! no one should intimidate him until the kicep, not least the bidadara man in front of him. Big No's!

"You've been fishing for this snapper, then come with me! The rates can be discussed later." Down there for some reason, the Storm felt its combat tools stiffen just like that.

"It's with pleasure, but I'm sorry! I don't want to be paid later, I want it right now and my fare price.... One night is 2 M."

Dew negotiate, he thought the Storm would be upset to hear the tariff of his services that maybe this man has considered him as the caretaker of this club. Hm...Maam is expensive! shame to be caught without money.

"Don't be two M's, I can pay you more than that if you're still virgin, but oh. Where there are pimps still sealed. The theory of tai cat if you want to admit to still a virgin."

Currency Dew rounded, it turns out this lakik has a lot of money?

And Beeeh, the snapper asked for proof apparently, spicy as well as this man's mouth, his mind grinned. Before answering the storm, Dew pulled the bottle and played a very rough throat that slightly caused his throat to burn. The storm also spent all his drinks until both of them now really feel what the fly is like. Lightly and ignorant of the concoctions that had already exceeded the limits came out of their logic.

"Come, I'll prove that there's a lont* that's still sealed."

Dew that's even an aggressive bar bar here. The problem of his heartache had now evaporated from being completely drunk. While staggering, he pulled Storm's hand towards the VVIP room that was indeed rented inside the Club. One club officer who had escorted them.

The dew immediately pushed the storm to a bed after they reached the room.

The storm just silent with drooling eyes pay attention to the Dew's body goals which indeed ehm increase the passion of the manhood of every man who sees it.

"2 M is not enough for me, man! so much loss for my virginity that I fought for Thunder."

Wait up? was the Storm just so drunk that it heard the name Thunder from this foreign woman? apparently it was because he was just drunk. He ignored that.

"So...Five M! give it now!" Challenge the Dew as the hand wins to the Storm who was dumbfounded to hear the price of a woman that much. But no problem, for the sake of eliminating her immortality, she would buy this woman. But just beware does not satisfy his maleness, the Storm will mutilate the body of these goals using his sharp knife.

The storm rose from its seat, circled the Dew's body slowly and stopped right behind the Dew's body.

"10 AD, but on record you are a virgin not only deceitful trickery tricked me that maybe you think I can't afford to give that much money, Miss! Do your job right now."

Gleek...

The storm's breath whispered right in his ear, able to touch the sensitive side of the Dew. Moreover, the Storm directly lowered the zipper dress on its back until half of its back was exposed. Storm hand also reflexes felt the back with gentle movements, until the whole feather dew smooth felt goosebumps not because. Her lips were bitten small when Storm's lips kissed for the sake of peeling the skin of her back there.

Both are crazy because of the logic effect that has been mastered by alcohol.

"Deliver! I don't want 10 M's service to just sigh under my confinement, it's unsatisfactory."

Breeks...

Sadistically, Storm play releases the Dew thread roughly so that the sexy beautiful dress is not only split up in the thigh, but into two that have been lying on the floor.

Only a small wrapper was currently clad in the Dew core body. It had already managed to make the Storm taste his tongue because his passion was already on top of the ubun. He did not expect, his anger at his problem would end up in bed with a foreign woman whose curves were indeed exciting.

"Dancing? Oh, ok. Besides being a good shooter I love ballet too."

In fact, Dew is not dancing ballet like her rag, she even wrapped her hands around the neck of the Storm, so that her half-plain skin is not able to withstand the Storm's sting.

Now, Storm's hands perched passionately on both slender waists, they danced small while exchanging salivas, twisting each other, until both of them forgot themselves who were already drunk together.

After the breath was thinned due to the hot kiss, the Storm pushed the tiny Dew, then made a sound. "I want to see you dance striptease for me."

"Oh, with pleasure."

Dew dancing sensual while releasing one by one small wrapper until completely*naked....

Kabur*...

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