Brittany Sherry fell to the ground by Asher Hawn. She was so soft that she wanted to get up, but she couldn't do anything.
Just then, the door of the lounge opened again, and in came a man in a flowered shirt and dyed yellow hair.
"Miss, did you ask me to accompany you?" The man is the cowherd of the nightclub, and Clark specially arranged it.
Brittany Sherry looked up at him laboriously. "Who are you? Get out of here..."
"Miss, are you willing to let me go? Who will be happy with you when I go out?" The flirting eyes of the man in the flower shirt fell on Brittany Sherry.
This woman, with delicate skin, slim figure, noble charm, is really the best in the world!
He couldn't wait to lift Brittany Sherry, put her on the sofa, and looked at her up and down, salivating.
"Miss, spring night is worth a thousand dollars. Don't worry, I promise to satisfy you!" Said the flower shirt man, reaching out to untie Brittany Sherry's clothes, and a pair of big hands stroked her.