My sexy one of the repairmen
We are the residence of Shah Kass. If the lock breaks or the sewer gets stuck
If the air conditioner or heater needs to be repaired, they will inform the office and they or I or my colleagues.
They inform the young man. One day the phone rang and
I was told to go to apartment number XNUMX; She is a woman who called XNUMX times and several others
He went to repair his cooler, but he still called and said
The cooler is broken. I went there and knocked on the door, it took three hours to open the door; Wonder Mali was an Arab woman sex story from
She cried beautifully that she was not ready to go; You smell like home sex in Iran
Rotten tobacco was coming, they had smoked a lot, but the smell of the perfume had confused the woman. He did not have a scarf, he wore a simple white T-shirt that his aunt wore; The poor man was sweating profusely. I jokingly said I came to fix the heater; For example, he laughed faintly and said that he was dying of heat. I have taken a shower ten times since morning. I turned the air conditioner until it turned, even though he was looking at the sofa and me. She said that her husband wanted to fix it, but he did; I kept coming back to him, which means I was listening; Lapashu was fully open to breathe; It could be seen from the side of his shirt to his brain. I was angry and I was sneaking up and he was throwing my cream. I told her, your Arab husband said yes, I also told him two or three jokes about the greatness of the Arabs, he was crying with laughter; She said that the size of her husband's breast should not touch her once a year. I said how could such a thing be better than you, if it can catch it; He said sadly. I changed the subject and said that the house is not very hot; He said yes and pulled his shirt up to the tip of his nipple to prove it; He thought that he should observe the hijab up to the tip of his nipple because it could be seen under his nipples; His chest was wet. I said this is sweat; He said, "I said, 'This is the synthesis of your belly oil.' For two or three seconds I stared at her legs and half under her nipples; I did not know which one to look at; He realized how I was, put his skirt up and nodded to let the wind blow at his feet; With an erotic state of our own, he said, "Make it right soon, I'm dead;" I said this cooler is not correct, I said you want to bllow; He said, "What do you mean, I have a husband?" I said, "Excuse me, I mean to die myself." His shorts were pressed and he had gone to the seam; His lips were bulging out; He was blowing with his hand. I was dead. He said to Naz, "Come again!"
