“Who’s Marek?” He turned and faced Dakhil. “And who are you?” His tone was not meant to be biting, but Harry did not like the man standing b...fore him, and Harry never liked to lose a duel. “And I see he has the memory of a gnat,” sneered Dakhil, turning his back on Harry and returning to the stove. Gabriella released her mother and looked closely at the large man before her. “Mr. Barghouti?” she asked slowly, and then Harry remembered – he had met Dakhil at the Darbinyan’s last year during. I kept asking her if her cunt was excited, she said it was very excited and was continuously wet, I kept asking her how many guys were going to fuck her, she would reply about four , I kept saying was that all until eventually she understood that I wanted to hear her say that she would be fucked by more, she asked me how many guys did I want to fuck her, I said more than four, she laughed and said ok she would phone Vasko and tell him to find more guys, I asked how many more, she hesitated. He quickly looked up and said Uh-um…..Sure, water would be great. He sat on the couch as she closed the front door and walked to the kitchen. He grabbed the bag and pulled out Tylenol and a get well soon card. She walked out of the kitchen with two glasses of water in her hand, gave him his glass and sat on the couch. She took a sip of water and let a small amount fall onto her breasts.She giggled and wiped it off with a finger and licked it off her hand. Giving him a sexy simle she said I. The fingers of my other hand were now fucking Gemma’s sweet Asian cunt, her juice running down my fingers and inevitably onto her brand new red garment. We were gasping and moaning as Aisha was bringing me - and I bringing Gemma to orgasm. Gemma reached out for support, maybe she felt dizzy, but she just succeeded in making a couple of plastic hangers bounce on the floor. Aisha's fingers were pressed into the inside of my thighs, making little round impressions in the flesh as she slurped at my.