Hariati Sinaga's horny Hindu father: A naked jinn in my office: Must fuck!

Today when I arrived at my office to screw Mr. Sinaga, that is, Hariati Sinaga’s illiterate low SES father, I learned that he had finished all the chick peas and beans I had bought him the night before. There was a funny wind smell in my office, yet there was no wind. After taking a blowjob or two from Mr. Sinaga, I enquired about the smell to learn he’d been constantly passing gas.

Aaaah. That’s when I felt I wanted to spend the rest of my life in the gas chamber. Aaaah. I imagined bubbles forming in Mr. Sinaga’s vagina before each and every fart. Aaaah. I imagined how his vagina must have stretched and contracted to release wind. Aaaah. His bottoms must have quivered. Aaaah. He was like a small pussy hiding a rose within its bums. Aaaah. I could heart-feel his relief whenever he passed gas. Aaaah.

So I just fucked him. Aaaah. Mr. Sinaga and I. When Hariati Sinaga knocked, we didn’t open the door. Aaaah. Mr. Sinaga passed gas all over my face, my vagina, and my laptop. Aaaah. I want to buy him more beans, more chick peas soon! Aaaaah. Mr. Sinaga’s vagina is all I need. Aaaah. A naked jinn in my office. In the past, he could turn invisible too. Aaaah. Come fuck him now today now please! Aaaah. Take my vagina too. Aaaah. I really want to see you screwing Mr. Sinaga now. Aaaah. I will make a video with a borrowed cam. Aaaaah. I will watch it over and over, and masturbate. Aaaah. I want Mr. Sinaga’s vagina now!

German Hun,

Christoph Scherrer