The Mafia's Advanced Chip (Kurcil Smart)
June And Sawah

The night is getting late.

Typhoon can not sleep at all because his mind is still controlled by the name of Rainbow and Storm who also never go home.

The other Kurcil was already in a deep state although in fact they were still thinking about the health and whereabouts of their colleagues. But, what else to do? health must be maintained not so that the next day can be prime again for the sake of returning to look for Pe.

Bluss....

The Typhoon's clutter is now vented onto a statue. He aimed at the orangan with arrows that were ten meters away, but the target was always right about the two eyes of the statue.

On the side of the Storm, it was clear that he could not sleep either. He was busy otw wik... You know wik? yeah.that's!

Right now, in that VVIP room...Dew was still engrossed in dancing striptease in front of the Storm standing in the middle of the empty room.

Sometimes the Dew circles the Storm, with the palm of the hand occasionally palpating the already innocent Storm chest as well, there is only a third of a black pink uh attached to the mid-Hurricane part of the body.

Hap....

Every Storm wanted to grab the hands of the Dew bars, then quickly....Dew immediately dodged and smiled mischievously to the Storm which looks like the Juni (or his discarded) had been bulging the jubilee behind the cloth.

The two men's clear consciousness, has been dominated by the influence of alcohol, to not know fully what they are doing.

"Come, Miss!" The storm asked as his hand extended in the direction of the Dew.

Dew grabs her full of elegance, quiet and stylish as if she were dancing a dance. Until it is seen, the Storm's hand twists the tiny body of the Dew and ends up hugging it from behind.

"Geez, eummm!" The Dew's cry came out, right in the hands of a Storm that seemed to have an electric shock, squeezing my balloon's claw into two. From the back....The storm has explored the nape of his neck which may currently have many signs of love dracula there.

"Hmmm, Ahhhh."

Kuntilanak whirlpools eh Dews are getting out, when one of the hands of the Storm, falling slowly but just above the Dew fields are growing in weeds. The storm was playing slowly over the paddy field.

"www!" The screech was not a scrumptious groan from the Dew, but a sick ring from the Storm accidentally plucking out one of its weeds.

"Ish, ruin the mood!" The Dew Grunts immediately turned to face the body of the Storm which was already no longer a distance away. Stick up!

The storm was dumbstruck, his eyes still shrouded in desire, so anxious... Storm to the scourge not to pull the feather.

"Oh, it's just a memory of me before we get to the point."

Dodged, the Storm immediately touched the curve again, regardless of the lips pouting Dew. Not that he was willing to spend 10M in just one night...So, unplugging one wild*ru*mpur doesn't matter, right? It will grow again too!

The storm now tilted its head slightly, only to reach the end of my balloon there were two of them, which were still standing. He was like a very greedy baby taking the freshness of the tip of the balloon.

Oh, eeeuumm...

Dew wriggling great in that tasty position, fingers painted with bright red nails, no less aggressive....He's grabbing the spoiled hair of the Storm. His hands also occasionally pressed down on the head of the Storm to continue to lament the tip of the balloon. Coeg's delight!

"Dude, this is___Oh, ahhh, E-good!" Dew Race. Because stung by desire, the soft but powerful hand was getting deeper pressing the head of the Storm, until the Rainbow sister was struggling to breathe between my two balloons.

Isn't it not funny? If there is news the next morning...there are fatalities who died because of the sprain of the end of my balloon there are two?

Damage the image only!

"You want to kill me, Miss?" storm protests that forced escape from that hemisphere.

Now, the Dew is now dumbstruck. One by the same, his mind avenged the Storm that had reduced his special feathers that grew beautifully in his rice field, earlier. It's spicy!

"Hehehe!"

While astounded, the Dew was only resignedly pushed small by the Storm to corner it into the wall, until the body of the curve narrowed between the Storm and the cold wall that touched the skin of his back.

"Dude, the mattress over there___ Hmmmpp!"

The sound of Dew was swallowed, the Storm had silenced its mouth with a ferocious ravishing sting.

This sexy woman who in fact did not want to lose by anything, obviously retaliated for the attack after the storm until a fierce storm occurred.

The Storm's right hand was already tight in the balloon, while his left hand guided the Dew to slightly open. Up to..jangari Jemari Storm playing in the Dew rice field, making the woman grimace.

Both of them were growing crazier in that attack of desire. Moreover, Dew hand gradually tore to both sides of the thread of a third Storm, until it fell just to the floor.

Both are already equally innocent, viewers!

"Aww, long veined baso!" The lewd minds that have returned touch the core of the Storm.

Pengkkc... The head of the Storm was getting empty made to float by this sexy woman. He further deepened his kiss, passing one by one the mouth cavity Dew without disgust also without blemish left behind. His finger had been planted down there.

Not to be outdone by the Storm.Dew's naughty hands were very wild up and down sorting the June. How do you know a sprain before stabbing it, right? so he kindly massage sensual June, smart right himself? his service will not doubt you, so this ferocious handsome man has nothing to lose on losing his ten M's. Dew prides itself in its unreliability due to alcohol.

Tired of that position, the Storm pulled away. For a moment, each other wander friendly with full of twinkle of darkness because ignited desire.

"We're at the core, miss!"

The storm pushed the Dew a little rough into the bed, until the woman was strayed like a frog that had overturned her body.

"Wait moreover? come closer and prove what you want to prove, man!"

The storm smiled mischievously, he turned out to get a wild woman and there was no shame in his embarrassment on the bed. Women like this is what all men like.wildly excited on the mattress.

"Without virginity, then 10 M's money will be raked, there are you that I will giggle, Miss."

The only leisurely dew will be the bustling Storm standing gallantly by the side of the mattress, as the man's mischievous eyes continue to stare at its core as if to judge its shape.

"Tell me, man! is the shape of mine different from that of other women so you're just busy staring at her, eum?"

Dew posing affectionately, he tilted his body with the side of his right head he piled one hand. His face was very close to June. Pengin narik! His mind chuckled amusedly.

"Aku__" The storm paused the Dew that preceded it.

"Related, strangling giggles, we can do that next time." The Dew Race as his clenching fingers flicked the Jun, anxious as he saw the core of the Storm twitching itself.

"Mrs__"

The storm choked in protest, right away... Ah-uhhhh, ohhh, those lips are rummaging because June has been kindly sorted by Dew so suddenly.

"I like the way you are Ahhhkh it seems like a public service eumm___Ohh"

A storm that always gets an attack from the Dew, stopping its disappointment. He immediately attacked the woman.

"Awww, Slow down Bego!"

Aih ding, It turns out that this woman's mouth is very rough. The storm stopped its action that tried to break into the hole of the Dew rice field. But how hard is that?

"It can't go in, how dong?" The storm complained that it was in a position right between the leg hemispheres of the Dew level.

"Your june is great, you match your grandmother's nyari ehm sorry, expired width, or you slice your June first so it's a little small."

Dew does not know what it messes with.

"Just son, from June deformed, it was me who tore your fields open."

While chatting silly and ledek literate. The storm is still trying to break into the Dew goal.

And

Jamb...

Awwwwws...

Finally the goal also along with the deafness of the Dew sound. The storm felt it was tearing something apart, but this very, very tasty bodo was pinned down.

Slowly from the sound of pain the Dew is now replaced like Ahhhkh, eummm, Ohhhh, the delicious pungency has echoed melodious mutual understatedness.

And all night, both of them were busy ah uh uh oh until the sweat washed over them. From several styles they have learned, until both of them have unknowingly slept on a hard and cold floor. The mattress is considered by them as the floor and the floor is considered as a mattress. That's what it means to fly, everything's upside down.

Auh ah, dark... Author escaped...