Jack Russel needed a mission.
'That fucking Frank Russel gets all of them, living the fucking high life while I'm stuck in East Java growing rice.'
'What's up honey? ' asked Cindy Wadi.
She was the one with the big knockers, right?
'Of course,' she said and pulled out her left tit.
She was wearing a pink lacy bra.
Jack could never get sick of this kinda eye candy but he was becoming restless.
'This restless?' asked Cindy, who now flashed her right boob.
They were things to admire.
Michelangelo would have done those last bastions of womanhood much justice.
'That fucking Frank Russel gets all of them, living the fucking high life while I'm stuck in East Java growing rice.'
'What's up honey? ' asked Cindy Wadi.
She was the one with the big knockers, right?
'Of course,' she said and pulled out her left tit.
She was wearing a pink lacy bra.
Jack could never get sick of this kinda eye candy but he was becoming restless.
'This restless?' asked Cindy, who now flashed her right boob.
They were things to admire.
Michelangelo would have done those last bastions of womanhood much justice.
