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Her body is not heavy, and I didn't feel too tired when I carried her to the third floor, but it took a lot of strength. 【】The texture of this woman's skirt is very ordinary, it is a bit stiff when rubbed, but her skin is smooth. The only thing that makes people uncomfortable is the smell of alcohol exhaled from her mouth, like a rose that smells of alcohol. Presumably only alcoholics would go there like.I didn't take her to my room. I don't like strangers in my room, so I had to ask someone to open a second room.

After opening the door, I threw her on the bed, and I was so tired that I loosened my tie. The scene of loosening the tie on TV was evolved from reality, and I was really out of breath.I thought to myself, let her be here by herself, or stay with her for a while, and then go deeper, I never mind the word "Aventure", and the girl in front of me is indeed the type I like, her figure is on the bed Presenting a different kind of gracefulness, the unique curves of a woman are fully interpreted by her half-turned body.In particular, her skirt has clearly grasped the connotation of being half-covered, which has caused limited reverie for men.really good.

"￥..." The woman muttered a few words in her mouth.

"What?" I half-knelt down and leaned over the bed to listen.

"Mukai..."

"What did you say? Mukai?" I unconsciously moved closer.

"Mukai...you...uuh!" Before the woman could finish speaking, she stood up abruptly, and the stuff in her mouth sprayed out on me in one breath, even though my shirt hadn't been washed for two or three days, But it doesn't constitute the condition of nausea, and there is no need to rely on her vomiting to urge me to do laundry.Moreover, this scene is too old-fashioned at this time, what is this woman doing?Want me to help her undress and wipe herself?Do you want me to clean up the filth all over the place?

Smelling the sour smell and strong alcohol smell on my clothes, I completely lost the last trace of my physiology.He hurriedly took off his clothes and walked into the toilet, threw the shirt into the washbasin of the toilet and rinsed it with water, opened the cabinet next to him, took out a towel, dipped it in warm water and wiped his chest, there was still a fishy smell, presumably before coming to the bar He should have eaten seafood, and his stomach also felt nauseated. After wiping for a while, he threw away the towel and went out. The woman was half lying beside the bed, and the ground was already covered with vomit.

Ouch, my grandma, I wanted to bring her here to have fun, but I didn't think that according to the current situation, I came here purely for disgust.I have a natural repulsion to this kind of dirty things, but fortunately I got used to it after such a long cleaning work, so I went to the toilet and took out two towels, as well as a broom and a dustpan.Throw the towel on the bed cabinet, and clean up the filth on the floor first. Fortunately, I chose a high-end room with wooden floors. If I choose a high-end room, the carpet will probably be ruined.

I didn't love the woman on the bed too much, but there was still filth around her mouth. I sat on the edge of the bed, picked up the towel as if wiping the table, and rubbed it vigorously. I regret it.

The woman may have been a little hurt by me, she subconsciously resisted and hugged my arm, still biting the towel, and then stopped moving.

(I'll wipe it! Is this a joke?) It's almost 3 o'clock in the morning, and I'm still sleepy if she's not sleepy.

"Let go!" I tugged at my arm and the towel in my hand.

"Hmm," the woman snorted in protest.

Is there nothing I can do if I bite the towel?I took two, so I took another towel from the bedside table and wiped her face.This time it might be more forceful, she got up and half kneeled on the bed, clenched her fists and couldn't help shaking, resisting, "Ahhh!"

I directly covered her mouth with a towel, and thought to myself, I haven't slept yet, and I'm screaming so loudly!Let others hear it and think I am qjf!

She didn't cry anymore, and as if she had no strength, she put her arms around my neck, lay on me, and then pulled me down on the bed.In fact, to be honest, I didn't feel much, just because of the smell of wine, if I drank it, I might pounce on it like a wolf, but I didn't feel it at all, it was like being a beautiful girl. When I want to kiss you with a mouthful of garlic, although I look good, I feel terrible.

I was naked on the upper body, and her warm hands began to walk on my upper body, looking for it, as if looking for a breakthrough. Alcohol can not help but induce men to commit crimes, and it can completely induce women to fall. I have always believed that alcohol The birth of the birth played an indelible role in the development of human history. How many emperors and generals raised the banner of resistance after a few glasses of wine, and how many cowards did it under the threat of alcohol? Things that I have never done, and how many women have done things that embarrass themselves under the influence of alcohol.

I didn't resist, because from the beginning my subconscious mind had already prepared the stage of going to bed, but this stage did not increase the sense of taste. .Her mouth didn't attack my lips, but instead moved to my neck and chest. Men never need too much foreplay. I actively cooperate. I even find it a little funny. This kind of funny lies in, I really can't tell the primary and secondary relationship now.

Her dress has been evaporated by her, leaving a white

The white one reminds me of Mako Asada, Mako Asada likes white, occasionally light pink, Jiang Pan likes black, and Yuta Hideko likes purple, I remember them all clearly, my right hand went from her side to her back, Help her take off the shackles.My left hand unfastens my belt and helps me regain my stature.

In a trance, she made me feel that she was a little awake, and her movements began to erratic, not like the erratic movement on my back, but the erratic movement of the whole movement, like a kite with a broken string, suddenly lost its direction, You can't fly if you want to fly, and you can't fall if you want to fall.This feeling is getting clearer and clearer, her movements are getting slower and slower, her lace panties have just come off a little bit, her kiss is not as intense as before, her reason is fighting against each other, should I Take action, should I help her again?I also began to hesitate, my method is very simple, I just reach out and turn off the light of the cabinet beside the bed.

The dark night will cover up a woman's shame, in exchange for a naked body.

The lights are turned off, the night is dark, and the body is also light.

Her kiss also seemed to be penetrated into the heart by the night, rippling with strong temptation, otherwise how could I say that I love the night the most?The night belongs to women, and the long moan can only produce a deep effect, charming temptation, and endless reverie only when it is matched with the dark night.I don't know who this woman is, I don't know what kind of heart she is going through, I know nothing about her past, I feel a lingering longing from her smooth body, from the way she wraps my arms hand, feeling her eagerness to indulge, is she thanking the wine or me?Or feel this lonely night?

It doesn't matter, the important thing is that the ups and downs and lonely mood will float in the streets and alleys with the evening wind.

drift away

Floating to the corner of people,

Let the loneliness return to silence,

I will sleep with this stranger,

Then entangled with her in the dream.

When I woke up, it was almost noon. If I hadn't heard someone knocking on the door urging the time to arrive, I might still be asleep.

The sun hit my naked upper body, and the white quilt was dazzled by the sun's penetration. I squinted my eyes and stretched out my palms to cover them. The sun between my fingers did not weaken my light. I closed my eyes, He stretched his hand towards his side, empty, with a jerk, got up, sniffed, there was still a faint smell of alcohol in the room, what happened last night was true, there were still traces of filth at the foot of the bed, another There were also a few bleached and dyed hairs left on the pillow, but they were empty. This feeling of emptiness spread throughout the room. I tried to find other traces, such as business cards, hairpins, clothing accessories, etc., all of which belonged to me. The woman's image is still vaguely floating in my mind. At this moment, I have nothing but the smell of fascination at night, and I feel lost after going to bed for the first time.

She did leave. I stroked the wrinkled edge of the bed, sighed slightly, and then got up and put on my clothes. The shirt was still a little wet, so I didn't care so much and put it on.

Going out the door and walking down, I just ran into Taro Morikawa. When Taro Morikawa saw me, he smiled at me, bowed slightly, and a mature smile appeared on his bloody face.He was leaving, I thought about it and asked, "Morikawa, how old are you?"

"23 years old, what's wrong? Mr. Mu Zhou why ask this?"

"Oh, no, you look like a mature man!" I said and gave him a thumbs up.Morikawa Taro's body is already mighty, and with his long hair shaved off, this round cut head with a burly body can't be considered a man.

"Oh, thank you, Mu Zhou-kun is also very attractive to women." Morikawa Taro blinked and then shook his head and left. Even if he kept a circle, he still couldn't change the habit of shaking his hair.

The smell that fascinates women, I pulled up my collar and sniffed it, and there was still the smell of wine on that woman last night.

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