After entering the master bedroom, closing the door, and taking his hands out of his trousers pockets, Ling Yansen helplessly looked at the small tent that was bulging on a certain part of his body.
The lust all over her body was aroused by her, and the fire showed no sign of diminishing at all.
He frowned and paced back and forth in the room. He felt uncomfortable all over. He couldn't sit, stand, or lie down!
damn it!
If he hadn't uttered those harsh words to her who had stripped her clothes but refused to obey because he wanted to save face, he would have really wanted to pounce on her, eat her, fuck her, wipe her, and cum!
His restraint on her is getting weaker and weaker. He should have been in full control, forcing her into a desperate situation step by step and watching the show. But after getting along day and night, he began to put himself in her shoes and consider her feelings. He would think of her from time to time, sometimes even during the day's work.
I didn't get used to seeing her when I came down, and I always felt like something was missing.
He vaguely sensed danger, but allowed himself to indulge in it little by little.
It shouldn't be like this.
In front of the wide open floor-to-ceiling windows, he stood facing the night breeze, but his mind was filled with sensual things, which made him very unhappy.
Xiao Wu glanced at his phone and immediately picked it up, "Mr. Ling..."
"Show me those women who were with me before, which one can I contact now?"
Xiao Wu has a headache... who makes her an assistant and also Mr. Ling's personal housekeeper, responsible for the ladies around him. For example, today is Miss Song's birthday, she has to send a bouquet of flowers, and tomorrow Du
If the young lady wants to attend a party, she has to send her a beautiful evening dress. Of course, these are all done in the name of Mr. Ling.
"Mr. Ling, the person I am contacting you is Miss Su."
"Who is she? When did she follow me?" Ling Yansen asked bluntly, not having the patience to recall who was who. He had slept with those women, but that was all he did.
"This...Miss Song has gone abroad, Miss Du is married, Miss Li has been having a heated relationship with a rich second generation recently, Miss Zhang is not in Luancheng, and I can't contact the others. The only one left is Miss Su."
The more Ling Yansen listened, the darker his face became. Strange surnames flashed through his ears, but his mind was filled with Duan Qingwu's clear eyes, her rigid but silly little face, and her voluptuous cherry lips.
Just down there...
The thought of those plump pairs seemed like it could kill him! His throat was dry and his body was burning with semen. He knew that even finding a woman would only cure the symptoms, not the root cause. He hung up the phone and rushed out the door.
Qingwu slept very uneasily, and she kept hearing movement next door in a daze, and occasionally there was a man's low growl. She turned over, snoring, and thought angrily, can't that lewd Ling Yansen rest?
Circles and crosses! Just know circles and crosses! It’s better to be exhausted in the next second!
Cursing like this, she completely forgot that the master bedroom of a certain beast was not next door to hers.
at the same time.
Ling Yansen was practicing his boxing vigorously, when suddenly, a series of sneezes came one after another. So the beast was very confused, who missed him so much in the middle of the night...
The next day.
In the master bedroom of the villa, Mrs. Wu who was cleaning the room looked at the bucket full of toilet paper in the trash can next to the bed, and was very worried. Could the young master have caught a cold?
How could she know at this advanced age that diaosi has three treasures these days: av, fingers, and broken computers...
Of course, President Ling is a high-level dick among diaosi. Why would he need to solve it with his hands if he had no other choice?