"Ah! Don't... Please, go to the bathroom! Don't be here, it's shameful~ Oh..."
Mutoran’s acting skills have been sublimated, and she actually became more and more like her, her expression was ashamed and fearful, and she was relieved after several winds and rains. There were a lot of layers of straight hair sticking to the sweat. The cheeks looked like cherry blossoms after being ravaged by rain, which made men feel the urge to bully.
Her cry was even more real, with sadness in the pleading, and a few more women were fiddled with a soft groan and breathless, sultry, not to mention the three terrorists standing at the rear of the rear compartment, they were just right. The hearts of the hostages who were in danger also followed.
Zhang Yuan and Yumiko were wearing masks and stood alone on Mutoran's side. They deliberately moved away from the center position so that the three people behind could clearly see Mutoran's two soft white pears to attract them. .
Trains all over the world are almost the same, with a pair of opposing seats separating the carriages in rows. Opposite Mutoran’s seats, there are two little Japanese women who seem to be class workers, all wearing skirts. Although they knew that these terrorists were extremely dangerous and panicked to the extreme, they still felt a little strange when they saw the scene before them. Two white legs wrapped in flesh-colored silk stockings couldn't help but pinch again.
The two little women were scared in their hearts. They were afraid of the two masked people in front of them, and they showed them in public like Mutoh. But what was strange in their hearts was that the bullied girl in front of them yelled. Not willing, but her little white hand proactively reached under Zhang Yuan's black robe... Is this active or forced? This puzzled the two women.
Of course Zhang Yuan knew the movements of this little girl, but he didn't stop it, because he was facing the terrorist and was blocked by the back of the seat, so it was absolutely impossible to see it over there, and because Mutoran's hand was on the robe Even Yumiko didn't notice the next movement.
Mu Tenglan's handwork is also very good, so she dexterously crawled along Zhang Yuan's legs, but she did not reach the end quickly, but slowly fumbled, which made people feel uncontrollable excitement. Before Zhang Yuan's hand touched sensitively, Zhang Yuan was already violently out of shape.
When Mutoran's fingers gently pinched the zipper of Zhang Yuan's pants, she felt that the inside rose again, and at the same time there was a warm temperature coming out of the pants... The little hand quickly pulled off the zipper and followed the little squirrel. Going in like a tree hole, picking the edge of the shorts, wow, the dragon is high and the heat is raging. "It's so fierce, I can't hold it with my small hands." Xiao Mutoran gave a secret joy, and there was a burst of excitement in her heart. Even Yumiko felt that the Beilei in the palm of her hand was a little firmer, and Zhang Yuan took a breath. This little squirrel is too bad, and his finger attacks are more powerful.
"Hahahaha." Zhang Yuan didn't dare to say more, just laughed loudly and presumptuously, as if it was so comfortable and so happy to bully a woman in public.
Among Zhang Yuan’s laughter was Muto’s pitiful pleading, "Please, I don’t want to be here... Go to the bathroom! Okay?"
Mutoran screamed miserably, but moved happily. In order to facilitate the movement, she also led the angry dragon out, which shocked the two women opposite. This tent is really high, if it is put inside me , That's so beautiful...
After the beginning, the three terrorists were still struggling, and even wanted to use chat to divert their attention, but the live broadcast over there became more and more unbearable. Their fragile psychological defenses were quickly penetrated, a certain restless guy. He quickly raised his head and wanted to do something.
"Damn! Everyone in their group is happy, let our group show them hostages!" Finally a masked guy got angry, threw away his cigarette angrily, and walked over to Zhang Yuan and the others.
The No. 3 in this group let him go to No. 2, and laughed from his other masked man who did not move: "We are much better than their group. We are both official and private. We are watching the hostages. Still fucking."
"Haha." The three masked men laughed, Zhang Yuan and the others also laughed, but Yumiko didn't dare to say anything. She showed her stuff when she smiled. At this moment, her heart was extremely depressed, and the men were so crazy about her mother. Knead and knead the dough and feel happy, really happy? Why didn't I feel it? If you want to be happy, it’s better to go to Hokkaido to eat sashimi with more wasabi. The taste is really good...
Seeing that the masked guy came quickly, Zhang Yuan moved his body and signaled Mutoran to let go of his hand, not to interfere with his horse's thunderous blow. Of course, Mutoran knew that she couldn't help but flick with her fingertips before shrinking her hand. The tip of Zhang Yuan's gun was touched, and Zhang Yuan felt numb.
But when the masked man approached, something unexpected happened to Zhang Yuan. The guy stopped in the middle of the carriage and then took the submachine gun from the back. This made Zhang Yuan nervous, and his right hand quickly touched his waist. The international pistol handle, ready to start a gun battle at any time.
But then Zhang Yuan relaxed again. The masked man was not pointing his gun at him, but at a young beautiful woman sitting in the middle of the seat. "Get up!" The masked man pointed at the beautiful woman and let out a low cry. I have long seen this woman among all the hostages in the carriage here is the most beautiful. Of course, he will not play the rest of others.
"No!" The woman screamed and shrank into the car seat, but what good was she doing like this? The masked man laughed and said, "Come and play." He was holding a woman's shawl and long hair while the other was holding a submachine gun. In the angry eyes of more than a hundred people in the car, he dragged the woman towards Zhang Yuan. .
Obviously, the relationship between the two groups in the front and rear carriages is not too harmonious. The masked man walked over and did not speak to Zhang Yuan, but gave Zhang Yuan a glance. It seemed that he took Zhang Yuan and the others as a demonstration.
Well, since you are here to provoke, let’s take a look at our ability to play with women. The masked man smiled coldly, threw the submachine gun on the small table between the seats, and yelled at the woman with two legs in the seat: "Get away. !"
The two women were so scared that they escaped and hid in other positions, so Zhang Yuan felt happy again. The submachine gun was in his hand, and that position was also facing away from the two terrorists behind him. As long as this guy pressed against the woman, He completely left the sight of the two behind.
"Lie down!" The masked man fiercely pulled the long-haired woman over, pushed her down on the seat while the woman screamed, and then the masked man crawled away, but unfortunately he didn't rush, he was Kneeling on the seat and pressing the woman's moving legs with his knees, he was still outside the seat, and he was still staring at Zhang Yuan, meaning: How? I can't play? Is my girl no better than yours
Since you want to compare, then try it out. Zhang Yuan smiled coldly and flirted with the black robe. The fierce and angry dragon appeared immediately. Then Zhang Yuan grabbed Mu Tenglan's hair, and he entered the pinkish little girl. In the mouth.
"What's this?" The masked man looked at Zhang Yuan in dissatisfaction, and then grabbed the long-haired girl by the hair. The woman in her twenties shuddered all over, with tears on her face, and she wanted to push with her hands. When the masked person was opened, but he didn't dare, he only cried in a low voice. When the masked person untied his pants and brought the ugliness close to her lips, the long-haired woman cried louder, but the masked person had no mercy and cherished jade with his hands. She held the woman’s two bright wrists, forced her head against the back of the chair, and then smiled triumphantly and put the dragon head against the woman’s red lips. At first, the woman still clenched her teeth, but she was slapped by the masked person again. I had to let it in while tearing.
"Shameless! Obscene! Beast!" Yumiko scolded in her heart. Of course, she didn't scold anyone, so she scolded Zhang Yuan. This guy is really a bastard, the bastard among bastards. The next time he put him in Sayuri's mouth, this time it was again. Mutoran, dirty, disgusting, not disgusting, if I want to put it in my mouth, I will cut it for him!
Zhang Yuan looked at the other party and put on the same posture, again with a disdainful sneer, then turned over and pressed Mutoran to the seat...
"Am I not?" The masked man chuckled and pushed the long-haired girl to lie on the seat. Then he rushed, but he didn't enter as smoothly as Zhang Yuan. The long-haired girl was struggling hard with his mouth. Barely screaming, kicking with both legs, not to let the masked person strip her skirt.
Although Zhang Yuan has entered the depths of Mu Tenglan’s pink garden at this moment, his eyes are still awake. He knows that the opportunity is here. All he has done before is to let the other party follow him obediently. At this moment, he himself Both the masked man and the masked man have been blocked by the back of the high seat. This area has become an independent space. No matter what they are doing, the two terrorists will not find out.
Zhang Yuan lifted his body and signaled Mu Tenglan not to cross his waist with her pink legs, but this girl was happily, and she was not willing, so Zhang Yuan had to give her a stare, unexpectedly she would give Zhang Yuan a look back. , Just don't let go.
"If I don’t show you some color, I don’t know that Lord Ma has three eyes." Zhang Yuan read the Taohua Gong formula three times, and saw Mu Tenglan yell, and she straightened her waist like a dead fish, closing her eyes. Critically, the intense joyful electric current ran back and forth in her body, it was really ecstasy, of course her legs loosened.
And Zhang Yuan also moved. This was the ugliest and most embarrassing thunder strike in his life. He crawled down Mutoran’s belly and walked towards the masked man. The kid is still studying how to hold the girl down. The legs can press the girl's hand, and then she can strip the girl's underwear. It seems that this strong j is not only a work of strength but also a work of skill.
When Zhang Yuan grabbed his mouth and used a sharp blade to pull out a long, semi-circular opening in his neck, he didn't know the situation. He just died inexplicably, defenselessly, and he didn't say anything. No sound was heard, and there was no struggling. He died for a long time, and the exposed thing was still standing straight.
Of course, there is no need to worry about the long-haired woman shouting. She shrank in a corner of the seat and her eyes were filled with tears. She didn't dare to look at the terrible man in black, so she didn't see Zhang Yuan's murderous actions at all.