C5 He Died Before He Even Made It to the Sect

What status woman!

What do you mean sitting in jail!

What kind of dog-P principle was this!

All of you, get lost.

All I want now is to have her completely.

But as his body rubbed against each other, waves of pleasure came from below, causing his brother to shake violently and actually spit out.

Although the feeling of spitting out blood was great, he had yet to eat the meat. He felt extremely depressed in his heart!

I pressed my hands against the seat, braced myself, and looked down at my brother.

My brother hung his head limply, infuriating me to the point that I couldn't help but to silently criticize him in my heart.

You useless thing!

When laozi doesn't want it, you fucking act like you're on stimulants.

Now that there's a chance for you to go up, you came out before you even f * cking went in!

I was upset, feeling useless, and I began to suspect there was something wrong with that.

In the days that followed, this question troubled me for a long time, but it was only thanks to the encouragement of the woman that I was able to regain my confidence.

When that thing came out, I lost all interest.

I took a tissue and wiped the liquid on her underwear. I didn't want to wipe it off, so I sucked it all in.

After her insides were soaked, it was as if she was transparent. I saw the insides.

Since she couldn't wipe it clean, she didn't want to. If she found out in the future, she would just say that she vomited.

I'm so smart.

Ga Ga!

I started searching for her clothes, but couldn't find a blouse.

Suddenly, I remembered that in the bar parking lot, when I closed the car door, something flew out.

F * ck!

Was that her blouse?

That must be it. Otherwise, how could he possibly be unable to find it?

What should he do?

As for that little corset, I stopped playing it long ago.

He had no choice but to put on her pants first.

I climbed out of the car and stood in the doorway, bent over, struggling to pull her up.

Those pants were for body repair, so I had to put a lot of effort in putting them on for her.

I heaved a sigh of relief. She had already put it on. What should I do with it?

I looked down at my only shirt, rolled my eyes, and came up with something.

I grabbed her ankle and pulled hard, pulling her out of the way.

Her legs were outside the car, and her ass and upper body were still in the seat.

Helplessly, the younger brother, who had just been released, was now like a shriveled eggplant, listless.

I started unbuttoning my shirt, and soon it was all unbuttoning.

Then I opened my shirt and took her in my arms, her breasts high against my chest, soft and comfortable.

I put one arm around her smooth back, the other around her fart, and shut the door with my foot.

After locking the car door, he walked towards her house while carrying her in his arms.

Fortunately, it was already the second half of the night. Other than the security guard on duty, he could not see anyone else.

Although I held her to prevent the spring sun from leaking out, it wasn't good to see it all exposed from the back.

In order to prevent being caught by the surveillance cameras in the elevator, I quietly carried her into the corridor. Without stopping, I walked straight to the sixth floor.

She and I were both bare-chested and hugging each other so intimately, and although I felt very tired, I felt a little mentally compensated.

All along the way, I was so tired that I was sweating profusely. My little companion couldn't resist the temptation and actually showed signs of raising his head again.

I came to Room 602 and put Han Bing's feet on the ground. One of my hands was still on her back while the other was in my pocket taking out the key, preparing to open the door.

Maybe I was too tired from climbing the stairs, but when I opened the door, Han Bing slipped down and sat on the ground.

The most awkward part was that her head was resting against my crotch, her mouth against my little friend's.