Under the moonlight, at 11:55 in the middle of the night, the world is in the middle of another carnival. Blurred eyes, an overly explicit atmosphere, a steel pipe girl twisting her body in the center of the hall, and moody lights, all entangled in the corners.
The body unreservedly flaunts the decadent carnival of another world.
A white figure walked through the crowd and entered the elevator without deliberately lowering his head to hide a face that would cause trouble in any situation, especially in a place like this.
Such publicity was due to overindulgence or selflessness. No one noticed that such a superb prey passed by.
"Ding..." The elevator stopped at the twelfth floor. The white figure came to the door marked 'Staff Locker Room'. He took out a card from the wallet he carried with him and inserted it into the gap in the door.
Seconds, it opened.
"Dong, dong, dong." The ten centimeter-high heels stepped on the smooth tiles, and the sound they made should be somewhat affected by the moans and gasps coming from the back room. Then, the person who was in extreme excitement was
I won't have the heart to pay attention to these trivial things that are insignificant compared to now.
The S-shaped body was leaning against the door, and the bright eyes had no warmth. Occasionally, there was a trace of boredom flashing through them. It was these two movements that went back and forth. And the person on the bed was because of these two boring movements.
In extreme pleasure.
You don't know that everything in human life has both pros and cons. When you are happiest, the most desperate things can happen at any time.
Maybe, right away...
At twelve o'clock, the second hand, minute hand, and hour hand were all on the same line, and everything came to an end.
"Oh, Bing, it's really on time. Oh, every second is right. So, next, do you want to have some fun with me, eh?" The last um brought out the ambiguous and sensational atmosphere, and the slender hands were straight.
He was about to put his arms around his shoulders, but was passed by in a flash.
Then he touched his face, still cynical, not affected by the ungratefulness of the person in front of him.
"Oh, I don't know how many people have been fascinated by this face. How come you don't respond at all? And this mouth has sharp edges and moderate thickness. Don't you want to taste what it tastes like?" The man was dressed in black.
He has a thin but tough face, a nose as straight as an ancient Greek sculpture, angular thin lips, thick black and straight thick eyebrows, May Day is not well-proportioned and exquisite, the only shortcoming is that the peach blossoms on his face are too excessive, and his expression
Too frivolous.
"Oh? Taste it? Ren, I would rather taste the taste of this body." There was still excitement in Bing's eyes that had not completely disappeared. His lips raised an evil arc, and his hand touched the man's thick chest.
.Obviously provocative and sensational.
"Haha, is that right? It's a rare time when we have a good understanding of each other, then, which one is yours or mine?" Ren blocked Bing's waist, and with a exertion, the two bodies were stuck together, without any gap. One hundred and eighty
Fourteen's body lowered his head until their breaths became entangled.
"I prefer high-profile ones, and my enthusiasm doesn't last long, you know, so...huh..." Red Lips exhaled slowly and rhythmically, and glanced at the grass around her seductively,
Tell him it's obvious what she means.
"Woo, woo, woo..." Several police cars stopped at the door of the building in an instant. Well-trained police officers entered the bar hall on the first floor one after another. Two people were posted at the door. It looked like it was blocked.