She is lost in the crowd on the other side of the street. I climb up on a car bumper for a better view. I see her and my heart jumps. I jump off the b...mper and start to run across the street. Cars are everywhere, honking and cursing me as I cross the street. When I reach the other side I can’t see her anymore. I start pushing my way through the crowd and jumping up to see better. I finally reach another street crossing and she is stopped waiting on her turn to cross. I start running to catch. ..No, just chocolate.She smiled, and taking with him my shirt went into the bathroom.A good bitch, she got out of the bathroom on his toes in it, leaving a wet trail. I was sitting in an armchair and put her on the coffee table.-I do not want coffee. -She pushed the cup on the thick carpet and disgust wrinkled lip, smiling.-What the dick! I knew that she vybeshivaet me, and not held back. She liked the pain, she wanted dirty sex with shades of BDSM. But even this was too much. I slapped her. Hamza turned back to me and spoke lowly. “They said they are Kurds traveling to visit relatives, but they lie. They are dressed like Kurds, but they speak like Saudis. Besides, no Kurd would be near here.”Suddenly there was a commotion to the far right, a car horn or something. Their eyes went to it, and they started moving towards us again. Was there a diversion going on? “RILEY! EYES RIGHT!” I yelled.The lead hajji started moving closer again. Simply because of how we were standing, Hamza was. Finally, I took a photo entirely from the side so I could see her tits hanging down. “Okay, we’re good,” I said. Madison got up, not bothering to get dressed. She stood in front of me wearing nothing but her thong. “Well, you’ve gotten me all worked up again,” she said, pouting. “Hey, this was your idea,” I smiled. “Fair point,” Madison said, returning my smile. Her nipples were quite hard. She looked down at my dick. “You’ve sprung a leak,” she joked, observing the large amount of precum.