My Sweetie,You're so hot

Ouyangnuo was carried out by the leading man, obviously doing what he should do.

In this way, other people will naturally follow suit.

But I haven't raised the brick in my hand. It's so cold that the person on me suddenly doesn't move.

Struggling for several times, touching the brick on one side, I couldn't help squinting my eyes and being cruel in my heart.

I want to pull something, but I can't find anything.

"Damn it He broke a sentence, "the woman from the city is ink.".

In the heart flustered up, half is effort smile, half is opening a way, "big brother, this man and woman's matter, we so straight to the theme, isn't too tasteless?"

It's no use to find any more excuses to delay. I've been thinking about it for a while, but I can't do it.

He said, his voice was a little vague and he pressed down on me.

"A small place on the border of China is called manganese village. There are only dozens of families here, and the roads are blocked. You will be sent abroad. It depends on what the seller intends to do with you. I'm not sure."

I felt a pause in my heart. I looked up at him and said in a gentle voice, "it's impossible to go back now. I just want to know where this is and where we are going."

The man slightly narrowed his eyes and said, "don't think about going back. There are 800 women who have come here. I haven't seen anyone who can go back."

"Where is this? Where are we going? "

"Beauty, what do you want to ask?"

Then he leaned on him.

I resisted the urge of nausea, stiffly resisted, squeezed a smile from my face and said, "brother, can I ask you a question?"

The man nodded.

It's different from that in the north. The girls in the south of the Yangtze River are white, tender and delicate. They look very attractive.

The south is mostly plateau or tropical area, so the girls living here are mostly black and have rough skin.

I smile, squint, action is particularly slow, on his neck shallow sliding, voice low way, "do you like it?"

The man, with a smile, approached me and was obedient. He took my hand and gave me a kiss on the back of my hand. He looked at me and said, "you are so white."

As far as possible to imitate the posture of Ouyang Nuo, looking at the man soft voice whispered, "don't worry, this kind of thing."

All I can do is delay time. Thinking of this, I can't help raising my hand and caressing the man who pours at me.

Because I haven't talked to Ouyang Nuo all the time, I don't know what Ouyang Nuo's plan is at this time.

I was taken to a wooden house by a man, and almost no suspense was thrown on the bed.

In men's eyes, women's struggle is nothing more than tickling, which can be regarded as a prelude.

However, there is a great disparity between men and women. How can we say that we are struggling!

For a time, a woman began to panic, not from the beginning of resistance.

Several other people, one pulling a woman, went to their resting place.

I called tentatively, "big brother?"

There was no movement.