 "C'mon, amigo, let's beat it." exclaimed a masked man. The alarm milf bells on the bank rang loudly enough to wake the dead. Antonio Martinez was still shoveling money into the bag. His brother, Juan, already had a full bag, and was oldmilf standing near the entrance, gun drawn, ready for El Paso's recently-accquired vigilante to show up at any time.
 "About fucking time, ese." Juan oldmilf replied. They left the bank together, pointing their uzi sub-machine guns at any shadow, any movement. They hijacked a car driven by a sweet-looking senorita, and decided they would take her when this was over. After all oldmilf, any thief who old dared do old business in El Paso needed something to alleviate the stress milf after the job, because one never knew when SHE might show up.
"What have you done to old me?" she asked.
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