Pervert King Seong Gui Nam

Hotel, is this the world of hotels?

The guests' footsteps and expressions passing by the lobby were full of composure.

Of course, it's one of the top three hotels in Korea.

I guess Ji Sun-kyung is already staying. Go straight to the elevator without going through the check-in.

She received a phone call before she arrived at the hotel. In a bright voice like a telemarketer, Yes, Senator.

Since the days of using the term "lawmaker" to doctors are over, they are probably talking about lawmakers.

I thought he said he would send a wreath to Amazones, which will be newly opened, but Ji Sun-kyung politely refused. She hung up the phone with the words, "Please take a picture of me sometime," and she smelled like a lobbyist. Of course, I've never seen a lobbyist.

The price of what Ji Sun-kyung is wearing now (emotional by emotional range)

Hermes' alligator skin clutch costs more than 120 million won. A limited edition that you can't buy unconditionally if you have money. The Rolex wristwatch costs 12 million won, the Chrome Hearts hood zip-up worn to cover the tank tower is 800,000 won, and the Langbang sneakers that appear to be worn on the way to the gym are 500,000 won.

On the other hand, I felt relatively deprived, but on the other hand, there was a natural capitalist pride in my flirting with this woman.

When I hugged Joo Se-hee (a.k.a. vocal cords girlfriend) with a tent, I felt like I became a master of a rich family, but Ji Sun-kyung is putting her foot in a higher than that.

But what can they do? They're equal under Junior and Porcupine anyway.

Let's insert the proletarian revolution ohhamma into her ppocchi here, like a symbol of bourgeois.

I followed Ji Sun-kyung half a step behind like a child who first came to the market with my mother. She gets on the elevator first, puts the card key on the license plate with the floor on it, and presses the button on the 17th floor.

I didn't show my face, but I was very surprised.

At the hotel, you need a card key to press the elevator button.

It's a lot stricter than I thought.

Don't tell me I have to put the card key on the toilet and get off.

I arrived on the 17th floor in a blink of an eye.

As soon as I get off the elevator, Ji Seon-kyung walks half a step ahead.

The vocal cords guy burst his voyeuristic instinct as he quickly passed through the room and room to room.

If you look at Kkorakseoni walking around with that baby, it would not be a bad idea to die at an energetic age.

Watching the rhythmical connection of the hip thigh calf ankle wrapped in leggings, I repeated an unwritten rule that the working class should not do in hotels.

Never be misled by the food in the refrigerator. You'll have a seizure at check-out.’

The 1721 suite at the end of the corridor on the 17th floor was her room.

with a click

I opened the door and went in. Ji Sun-kyung takes a white slipper out of the closet right next to the front door and puts it down under her feet.

"Here, slippers."

"Oh, yes..."

Kkk, is this hotel slippers?

The comfort of covering the back of the feet is excellent.

Looking inside the open closet, I found several outdoor clothes, bags, and shoes neatly arranged, including the dress I was wearing earlier.

If you see a laptop and a wine bottle on the desk, it seems like you are staying here for a few days or more.

"You must be going back and forth here."

"I've been working on Amazoness for about a week. Aren't you hungry? What do you want me to order?”

"No, it's okay."

"Then I'll wash up first. There's wine in the bar, so have a drink."

Then he suddenly lifts the tank top right in front of me.

Whew, the well-cooked mocha bun-shaped breast is fluttering, the perfect proportion of the three circles and the light pink nipple, oh, the smooth armpit, the big leggings like marble, the attacking hips, bulging, and now it's no-fanty.

Big fish!

"Wow..."

"What are you surprised about? Like a woman I've never seen before."

"How can you be so old..."

"Huh? Is that a cheap age attack?”

"No, that's not what I meant... ...really, you have a beautiful body line."

"Then I've tried so hard. I'm a woman who can do this."

As if to show something, Ji chirped and moved wooden chairs and stools around 2 meters apart.

Then he spreads his legs between the two chairs and smiles proudly as if he were a child wishing praise.

That’s right.

The movement where gymnasts stretch their legs.

"Ta-da! Isn't it cool? Are you still going to talk about your age?”

Women's dynamic movements cause another kind of tailoring to flexibility.

In particular, it can be described as the height of sexy beauty that is a form of muscles that are twisted, prominent, and tight at the body.

I've wanted to try an acrobatic body that reminds me of a circus, but I thought it would be possible if it were Ji Sun-kyung.

He is planning to ask her to shoot a storm with her legs torn to both sides.

[Brother! A white couple in the next room are crazy...]

The vocal cords that came into the room after spying on the next room were amazed by Ji's stretching.

[Wow, you're crazy here, too...]

You are crazy to fly under Ji Sun-kyung's crotch and watch her.

"Mi, can I see you down there?"

I'm crazy too.

"No way."

Why aren't you crazy?

Ji Sun-kyung reached out to me.

"Hold me, please. I want to go down."

After ignoring the hand, I lay down in each battle and pressed her face underneath her ppozzi in a way that passed through the barbed wire.

She whines and laughs in vain as if she is speechless.

"Oh, really. It's hard."

"Just 15 seconds.”

It is so beautiful to see the scene where you put your heads together like vocal cords and Siamese twins and look up from below.

The gap between Ppozzi and my face is about a bone.

Sniff, sniff, sniffing.

It was hard to hold out any longer, so I thought her pizzie was coming down to her nose, and my body wobbled.

"Oh, my hands..."

I stretched out my left hand to keep her steady. The caked hands were moist with sweat.

"How long are you going to stay like this? I'm sweating."

Instead of answering Ji Sun-kyung's words, she slightly raised her head and put her tongue to her ppocchi.

It's cold.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

But it's a strange thing.

Despite the loss of so much money in the car, Porchi didn't smell unpleasant at all. Far from being unpleasant, rather than being unpleasant, the sweet scent poured into my nose and mouth.

I thought my sensory cells were paralyzed by sexual desire, so I focused my mind and licked them this time, but oh, it wasn't an illusion. It's very sweet as if you've put on real honey. It smelled like strawberries.

I heard that the scent of body odor and secretion varies depending on the food you eat, but this is beyond that level.

In the SBS world, this kind of thing can be filmed in "A Woman with Strawberry Scent in Love."

I took my lips off and asked the restaurant owner like a question.

"Huh? Why is it so sweet here?"

"Really?"

"Yes, it tastes like strawberry jam.”

"Thanks to you.”

"What?"

Because of me?

When did I jam it here?

She came down from her chair and went into the bathroom, leaving behind the vague words.

- Shoot!

I sat on the sofa and asked my vocal cords.

"Hey, have you ever met a strawberry jam-flavored girl in Pozzi?"

[Huh? Didn't you just say that?]]

"Oh, it was real. It's sweet enough to be a solid meal if you put it on the bread."

[Nice.]

"Uh."

[She's a real art] How can I keep my pink nipples to 48? The tone of the voice is tight and bouncy. It looks like a virgin.]

"Yes, you've met a great opponent in many ways."

After a while, I finished taking a shower, too.

When I got out of the bathroom, Ji Sun-kyung handed me a gown. She was also dressed in a gown.

He said he left my clothes for laundry service because it sounded like a bell during the shower.

Pour me a glass of wine and ask.

"How many times have you considered yourself the most in a day?”

"It's probably seven or eight times in 24 hours."

"Well, why don't you just do ten with me today?"

"Luck, I don't know if she can hold out."

"Huh? Are you provoking me?”

"When I have time, I can do it without sleeping."

"Then you want to bet with me? Who wants to quit first?"

"Call."

"Are you going to work tomorrow?"

"Oh, right, going to work."

Ji Sun-kyung immediately called a boss without asking my doctor.

"Can I borrow Mr. Sung's manager for one day tomorrow? I think I can't drive because I sprained my legs while exercising. I've got a lot of places to work tomorrow.

A few minutes later, Han gave his consent, saying, "I'll ask the manager once he hung up the phone, he said yes.

"Okay?"

"That's amazing."

"What's there in life, enjoy it."

I thought to myself.

What's the sex, Hera Class S and the semen john, and we're gonna play with the tempo.

An hour and 40 minutes.

There are at least three orgasms that Ji has to feel.

After I make my case, the next time starts after a 20-minute break.

This was the rule of the sex battle she proposed, 'Until the morning in ecstasy'.

"Well, we can start at 11 o'clock."

Ji Sun-kyung added, checking her cell phone time.

"Let's get a light warm-up before that. I'll give you a service.”

Walking to the front door, she took something out of the closet drawer.

The band was a skin-colored stockings made of lace.

"I'm afraid there's no black because it's the season. You don't mind, do you?”

Of course, Salls is right.

"How did you know I like stockings?"

"Most men like it. Lie on a bed”

I finished the remaining wine in the glass and went up to bed.

Ji Sun-kyung sits on the sofa facing me and starts wearing stockings. The angular beauty revealed under the gown came to be more fascinating than when she was naked.

Panty stockings have become common, but the flower of stockings is band stockings.

Ji Sun-kyung's feet were pretty and even pedicure was red. Just by looking at her stockings on, she seemed to be able to hit two consecutive daughter.

After wearing stockings, Ji Sun-kyung came up on the bed, loosening her front of her gown like a boxer entering. Sit facing me.

She shook her head as I tried to untie the waistline of my gown.

Then he stretched both legs toward me and loosened the knot in the waistline with only his toes.

As a 34-year-old football enthusiast, I think I can use chopsticks with this level of detailed footwork.

I think he's trying to play football.

It was not long before her two feet wrapped around Junior, crossed like a cylinder and began to burst into operation.

I lean comfortably against the pillow and appreciate the soft footwork.

"How did you know I like football again? Have you been watching everywhere?”

"At this age, you'll be able to see my face. Guess what else I like?"

When I nodded, she skillfully tore the end of her right stockings with her fingernails, leaving only her thumb and index toes sticking out.

Then I put Junior's body between my toes, and I wiggle my right nipples with my left foot, which is pointed as I shake.

"Oh, my God."

"This is it, isn't it?"

Right

Then I'll pay you back.

"Then I'll guess where my sister's vocal cords are."

"Well, my vocal cords aren't that common."

I answered by imitating her way of speaking.

"When I'm about my age, you can see my face."

One of Ji Sun-kyung's numerous pin points is her left little toe.

I caressed her left foot with a nipple and rolled her little toe round with my tongue.

Her right foot, which was holding her ear, was also grabbed and gently rubbed her heel, and her head tilted back. Shout out exclaims to the air.

"Oh, good! As expected, you were a FS power! Ouch!

Huh?

Who's the FS guy?

Are you a greengrocer?

Petty-style?

Oh, wait...

an end

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