70 Suddenly
Although Yang Huimin was married to a wealthy family, he did not receive real care. It can be said that three days passed after a good day. That Zhou Jialiang was considerate to her three days before the wedding, and he was loyal to her. He waited for the end of the three days. I did it, touched it, and fell asleep to his little secretary on the fourth day.
In the second year, because Yang Huimin had not been pregnant, and Zhou's career had begun to run into trouble, Zhou Jialiang was even more indifferent to her, less and less giving her face, and finally even scolded her and ridiculed her in front of others. And the bed matter has not been for a long time.
Although he married an old guy like Zhou Jialiang, Yang Huimin is actually not very big. He is only 26 years old this year. It is precisely that aspect that is beginning to be needed, and he is approaching the age of a wolf like a tiger.
Yang Huimin, who has been aging for a long time, could not bear the temptation of those scenes on TV, and her two long legs became shy, and the base of her legs couldn't help but become hot and humid.
So sad. Yang Huimin's nose worsened, her whole body was hot, and she was so soft that she tilted her body on the low table. The voice of the woman on the TV echoed in the room, stimulating Yang Huimin's nerves. It was possible to hear that she was happy and enjoying herself. She had closed her eyes and pinched the crystal stick with two fingers, turning it back and forth.
Yang Huimin was unbearable. Finally, she stretched out her hand too, her white jade fingers are like peeled green onions. Once there was a boring magazine that ranked Hong Kong female celebrities in the beautiful hand rankings. Yang Huimin actually said that her hands were white. The fingers are slender and soft as boneless. They are rated as the hand most men want to use for sex.
I have really enjoyed Yang Huimin's little hands, except for the dead Zhou Jialiang, there is no one else, and today she wants to enjoy her hands by herself.
Yang Huimin's jade hand followed her lower abdomen and slowly drilled down from the waist of her jeans... His slender fingers were like orchids, and a middle finger penetrated deeply, so moist, how many men want to occupy a treasure place.
Soon, her fingers were already dissatisfied, and she took off her jeans halfway, her eyes were searching, looking for something suitable to put in.
Looking back and forth, she really saw something, the one that Zhou called Beast Tiantian read was called the Sutra of Hearts.
Can also be from Wei? It’s really easy to use. It’s not thick and rolled up. The high-quality Xuanzhou paper nails used by Cangye are not soft or hard. It’s just a home travel, boring and boring. Wei's casual goodies.
If the old fellow Cangye knew that his secret martial arts book he had written hard and silently was used by women for this, I wonder if he would vomit blood and die.
Yang Huimin lay crookedly on the tatami, with her legs stretched out naturally. One of her pink legs was still hung with half trash jeans. One of her lotus-rooted arms was resting on the small table next to her, while the other arm was holding the long circle formed by the multi-heart meridian. Bar, put it down.
Her nose soon became thick and heavy, her beautiful eyes were already together, her fingers were moving, her red lips lightly opened, and she uttered an unquenchable moan. The voice was fascinating and eroding. …
Sitting in the seat of the President of the United States, Zhang Yuan’s eyes looked out the window. The joyous and noisy crowd seemed to have felt the approach of the wedding. Everyone seemed to be discussing and looking forward to the beginning of the evening ceremony. The girls were extremely jealous and jealous. Looking enviously towards the newly-dressed imperial palace, I imagined how beautiful Princess Ewha, who became the most beautiful woman in the world at that moment, was so beautiful, and the young people admired Koizumi’s family, who was only 30 years old. Becoming the heir of a large Japanese family, and marrying the most beautiful and noble woman in Japan, what kind of proud and brilliant life is this
Shuttle in the crowded lanes, the US President’s motorcade looks very magnificent. The front and rear police use motorcycles to clear the road. In the middle is a black luxury motorcade. The presidential car is an extended Cadillac specially made by General Motors for the president.
This car is obviously more advanced and safer than the rebound Mercedes-Benz. No matter how loud the noise is outside, it will all disappear after entering, just like a hard cocoon, completely isolating the family room in the car from the outside world.
The national flags of Japan and the United States were hung on both sides of the front of the car. As they fluttered, the convoy entered the old streets of Asakusa, a busy and crowded old street. People were surprised to talk about whether the American president was in the car, and he came here again. What is it for? Is it because you want to buy some cheap souvenirs to give away
But people soon realized that they had guessed wrong, because the convoy stopped in front of a very simple and unremarkable small hotel.
Oh my god! Is it true that the President of the United States is bored and has to come to the small hotel to find a lady to kill time! People guessed like this.
The savvy boss had apparently fainted, and stood awkwardly in the shop, unable to say a word nervously.
"Oh, boss, let's get something from the building." Zhang Yuan called to the boss who was crowded into the corner by the security and police.
However, when looking at the boss's inexplicably confused eyes, Zhang Yuan suddenly thought that he is not the image of Professor Zhou, but the original face of Zhang Yuan. Of course he does not know him.
How did the horse face Yang Huimin when he saw her? Zhang Yuan thinks about it as Zhang Yuan’s true face, and at most explain it, it’s better than changing his face in front of Obama, and letting this guy know his abilities, there are endless troubles and a lot of trouble.
A group of people walked towards the guest room on the second floor.
In the room, Yang Huimin was at the point. Her ears were full of TV women's voices. She didn't hear any movement outside at all. It didn't matter to her if there was movement, she was enjoying the moment when she was about to reach the top.
Her movements are fast and rhythmic, and her consciousness is completely immersed in the joy of joy. She closed her eyes, her cheeks are red, panting, she is fantasizing, fantasizing that there is a man...
And this man, she hoped to be—Zhang Yuan, the guy she called a little boy, she discovered that this little boy had already conquered her with his strength and sincerity. She desperately hoped that he could also learn from his body. , To conquer her, again and again, again and again...
"Zhang Yuan, hurry, I'm coming..." She whispered, knowing that her floral dew had been flooded, not only was it getting wet, but also on the tatami where the guy slept, but Yang Huimin couldn't control it anymore.
At this time, Zhang Yuan took Obama and a group of agents, bodyguards, and policemen to the door. He never thought that this noble lady Xiangjiang was doing this, and he didn't even think that he would still be doing it on the tatami in the living room where he lived, so he Without thinking at all, he took out the key to open the door.