1 R-18

The man took a breath and said in a deep voice: "Call me more coquettishly, master." My cock suddenly stopped for a short time, and the strong feeling of emptiness came over me again. I looked at the man's strange but familiar face, and took the initiative to kiss him. My breasts were pressed tightly against the man's spacious and secure chest. (Master...ah...Master...Master...Is that okay, Master...continue to fuck me, please) (good) Another fierce attack, the cock under me sprayed out hot liquid and poured it deep into my vagina. My whole body trembled violently, I raised my head and let out a soft, high-pitched, lustful cry. (ah...) I lay on his shoulder, touched his face intoxicated, and murmured to myself: "Who are you... tell me." He touched my smooth back and said: "It's okay, I'll continue to fuck you little bitch next time." (good...) At this time, I was still immersed in the afterglow of my climax, and I agreed in a daze. Footsteps suddenly sounded in the empty corridor. The man was hugging a woman wearing only a loose coat. He inadvertently exposed the white and tender skin of his legs, which glowed softly in the corridor. The ten well-proportioned and perfectly soft toes on his little feet Neatly exposed, on the carefully trimmed toenailsApply a thin layer of light red transparent nail polish to make your feet look whiter and more tender. (Why...don't you let me wear clothes, not even underwear!) I complained to the strange man angrily, and he smiled and said, "Don't you have the strength to wear it? You might as well not wear it, but I suggest you bury your head. After all, if someone passes by here..." Sure enough, there was a sound of brisk footsteps at the corner in front. I tugged on his collar uneasily and signaled him to hide quickly. Although the man just now took away my first sex when I was taking the effects of the drug, he had not yet Tell me who he is, but I always feel familiar with him. Coupled with this embarrassing situation, I unconsciously began to rely on him. (Hurry up and bury your head, be good) I knew I was about to bump into someone, so I buried my head obediently, greedily smelling the scent of male hormones on his body. (Brother, which sister have you hooked up with again?) I frowned, feeling that the voice was a little familiar, but I didn't dare to look up. (What does it have to do with you? Are you not off work at this hour?) (No, brother, if you don't tell me, I'll guess it myself...well...this coat...it seems to be that Mr. Chen's)Miss's) As he spoke, the owner of the playful voice slowly walked over and pretended to lift his coat to take a look. The man coughed in dissatisfaction and took a few steps back to stand still. The action just now caused a gap under my head. I looked down and saw those crystal clear feet hidden in the white low-heeled sandals. (It turned out to be her...Doctor Wu...she called this man brother, then this man...) A terrible suspicion jumped out of my mind, but it is impossible for me to verify it now. I can only continue to hold this man who may be Wu Hao, hoping that he will protect my privacy. (Tch, it's boring, brother) Dr. Wu snorted, stamped his feet arrogantly, turned around and left. I breathed a sigh of relief and listened to the surroundings slowly getting quiet. I raised my head and looked at the expressionless man, and tentatively shouted: "Wu ...Hao?" He smiled, lowered his voice and said playfully: "I didn't expect that the life of rich people is so exciting. This is the first time for me, a bankrupt person, to experience it." I blushed and said hesitantly, "No! It's your sister..." Halfway through, I chose not to say it. If they were brother and sister, they probably wouldn't listen to my ridiculous words, but why haven't I heard that the Wu family has a younger sister? (Wu YanYan? What's up with her? )