In the queue, Khawla proudly stands as an ostrich that came to life after an illegal relationship between an arrogant peacock and lost ostrich, her black pants and elegant white shirt that suggest that she is a flight attendant, but the truth is she is just a waitress and a fancy café in Riad district, the despicable Taxi was long awaited, she started to think of seeking for a small taxi, but the bill will be high, that’s why she decided to wait, it’s okay, since she is in a relationship with the café owner then he won’t scolded her for being late, behind her stands a weird man, his hands are rough, and his mustache implies that he is a construction worker, a simple man who made use of the hustle to come near her and smell the awful odor coming from her neck, and from time to time he reach his hands to touch her waist and apologizing all the time, at the beginning she got upset but without he little brain noticing she got lost in her wild imagination, she imagined the one with the moustache naked in front of her, roughly kissing her, his breath mixed with cigarettes “ Marquise” made it more rousing, her soft hands reached in and grabbed his blazing organ, she didn’t know that a girl as sweet as her can have such imagination, eccentric as this, the she whispered: I seek refuge in Allah from the accursed Satan, the damn taxi had finally came, Unfortunately for her and fortunately for him they sat next to each other in the first seats, the heat coming from her thigh set the poor man’s veins on fire, but he controlled himself and tried to think of his fat wife, he quickly got her out of his head and whispered: There is no power but from God. She in the other hand, her focus had switched to the driver who intentionally mixes between her thigh and the transducer, desire had controlled her so she let him do what he wanted, she bent round against her will and her hands over the mustache man's sexual organ because of which he was about to be suffocated out of happiness, she finally woke up when she felt o breeze of cold between her legs, asked the driver to stop and in embarrassment, she got off, the mustache man and the driver both couldn't understand a thing and translated what happened with a dumb smile
Khawla
In the queue, Khawla proudly stands as an ostrich that came to life after an illegal relationship between an arrogant peacock and lost ostrich, her black pants and elegant white shirt that suggest that she is a flight attendant, but the truth is she is just a waitress and a fancy café in Riad district, the despicable Taxi was long awaited, she started to think of seeking for a small taxi, but the bill will be high, that’s why she decided to wait, it’s okay, since she is in a relationship with the café owner then he won’t scolded her for being late, behind her stands a weird man, his hands are rough, and his mustache implies that he is a construction worker, a simple man who made use of the hustle to come near her and smell the awful odor coming from her neck, and from time to time he reach his hands to touch her waist and apologizing all the time, at the beginning she got upset but without he little brain noticing she got lost in her wild imagination, she imagined the one with the moustache naked in front of her, roughly kissing her, his breath mixed with cigarettes “ Marquise” made it more rousing, her soft hands reached in and grabbed his blazing organ, she didn’t know that a girl as sweet as her can have such imagination, eccentric as this, the she whispered: I seek refuge in Allah from the accursed Satan, the damn taxi had finally came, Unfortunately for her and fortunately for him they sat next to each other in the first seats, the heat coming from her thigh set the poor man’s veins on fire, but he controlled himself and tried to think of his fat wife, he quickly got her out of his head and whispered: There is no power but from God. She in the other hand, her focus had switched to the driver who intentionally mixes between her thigh and the transducer, desire had controlled her so she let him do what he wanted, she bent round against her will and her hands over the mustache man's sexual organ because of which he was about to be suffocated out of happiness, she finally woke up when she felt o breeze of cold between her legs, asked the driver to stop and in embarrassment, she got off, the mustache man and the driver both couldn't understand a thing and translated what happened with a dumb smile
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In the queue, Khawla proudly stands as an ostrich that came to life after an illegal relationship between an arrogant peacock and lost ostr...
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1) never promote you book where everyone is promoting for example Facebook promoting pages 2) find the groups where are only reader no pr...
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