A smoker and a co-worker

Hello, my name is Arsalan. I am twenty-seven years old now. This memory is related to the eighty-two-year-old age. Our fellow servant entertained us a lot. At the end of the night, we packed a bag of cigarettes and slept together for an hour or two to go to sleep. I started to rub it little by little towards Kirshu. I started rubbing it little by little under his pants. I was shocked. It was very hot outside. I went back and put my dick in the hole and pressed it a little. It was self-inflicted. I got on the skewer, I put the tail of the hole in it, I squeezed it a little, and then I squeezed it a little. I put Kirsh in my mouth and slowly introduced it. I was very angry every time I smoked. In short, after two or three minutes, I felt the water came and poured it. I paid for it, I washed it, it's me, it's me, it's me, it's enjoying its pain, it left me creamy, it didn't take long for my water to empty, it's really fun, it's a pity it won't be repeated