Yan Zhen turned around and casually grabbed and pulled her, and Sijin fell into his arms again. This time, he took her and threw her onto the sofa, and then Yan Zhen rushed forward and suppressed her.
"I've already paid the money, so why don't I work hard?" Yan Zhen held a dollar in his hand, with an evil smile on his lips: "One dollar, do you want me to serve you once?"
Sijin shrank back in panic: "I just wanted to pay for your sex."
"Didn't you say you didn't intend to pervert me?" He raised his eyebrows.
Sijin really wanted to bite her tongue. It was obvious that her opponent was several levels higher than her, and she couldn't beat them at all. Forget it, a certain woman made a mistake, and if she couldn't beat her, she could only "sacrifice her life for sex."
She's not a pervert, she's really just because her opponent is too strong and she can't defeat him.
Sijin watched his every move with vigilance and excitement.
He didn't take off his shirt, and there was a sly smile on his lips. He then pushed her legs forward and pressed her chest, lifted up her skirt and removed her panties, unzipped her pants and rushed straight into the room.
He got in, then held her butt and thrust hard, just for a moment, and then all the movements that Sijin was looking forward to came to an abrupt end.
Sijin didn't have any aftertaste, but someone suddenly stepped out and pulled his zipper leisurely, with no intention of continuing.
"Hello!?" Sijin bit her lip unwillingly.
Yan Zhi pretended to be confused: "What for?"
Sijin really wanted to bite her tongue. She just wanted to "sell herself for sex". "Is it over like this?"
"You only paid one yuan, how much more service do you want?" Yan Zhi raised his chin, straightened his clothes, and then walked out elegantly with relaxed steps.
Ahhhh!!!
Sijin hurriedly touched her trouser pocket and finally found another coin. She shouted ecstatically: "There is another coin here."
"What do you mean, do you still want some?" Yan Zhen turned around leisurely and asked a question that seemed to be debatable.
"If it's not enough, why don't I replenish it for you next time?!" Sijin wanted to find a crack in the ground, get in and do it all, and yelled bitterly in her heart: Why does a woman as beautiful as a fairy like her still need herself?
Pay money to find a duck?
The corner of Yan Zhen's mouth raised into a smile, and he turned around. That smile looked particularly cunning, with a hint of a profiteer in it.
Then he slowly took off his shirt and unbuttoned it one button at a time. Seeing that the woman was so anxious, she finally stopped worrying: "Don't move, I'll help you take it off!"
She pulled Yan Zhen out three times, and finally enjoyed the pleasure of a little duck thrusting hard on her. For a moment, there was a feeling of ecstasy in the room, as if she had endless aftertaste.
It is said that love is born with thorns. If you are stung, it is because you want to hold it. The tighter you hold it, the deeper the thorn will be embedded in the flesh, and the result will be more painful.
But Yan Zhen understands that there is love hidden under every thorn. It depends on whether you dare to pull out the thorn and find the love under the thorn.
He dares, he is not afraid of thorns, he is afraid that after cutting off all the thorns, he still cannot see the dawn of happiness.
Suddenly, he just wanted to hug her tightly, hugging her tightly in a position where the two of them could be closest to their hearts. He finally knew what fear was, that is, the endless darkness.[
He was afraid that after spending his whole life, in the end, he would still be on the road of cutting through thorns and would never reach the end of happiness.