The Coercion of Scum

Because it was my boyfriend's phone call, Jasmine was really slow to ground. After the alert tone, Jasmine's hesitating voice came in her ears.

"Hey... brother... ah..."

It seemed that she was about to say the title I cultivated again, but she reacted quickly, which really impressed me.

"where are you?"

"I'm in the room, it's blocked anyway, there's nowhere to go."

She lowered her voice to answer.

Noting her gentle attitude, I tentatively asked questions.

"So, what about sunflowers?"

"While sleeping, she is so tired. There was a girls' meeting last night, and she went to bed very late."

"It turns out that girls also have activities similar to ours..."

With emotion, I lowered my voice on a whim.

"Ah, by the way, we are obviously lovers, but we haven't seen each other for more than 24 hours. Isn't this too weird?"

"It's not weird, right? Or are you so **** that you want to do to me in a place like this?"

I suddenly became panicked when I heard Jasmine's voice, but in order to cheer myself up, it was obvious that she suspiciously made her voice look cold and tough, even though it was useless.

So, I smiled refreshingly at the sea outside.

"Oh, yes."

···

About ten minutes.

"Um...ooh..."

On the outer layer of the hotel, in a small corner with no one, Jasmine was pressed against the wall by me.

Like a bully oppressing the girl, I wantonly plundered her lips.

Jasmine's hands were already tightly gripped by my collar because of excessive tension, and she seemed to be suffocating, her face already flushed.

It took a long time before we separated.

"Huha... I still feel pretty good."

"Are you an idiot? What if someone sees you here!"

Jasmine, who rushed over in a hurry, didn't expect me to be so bold, so after the incident, while panting violently, she yelled at me without hesitation.

Well, it is indeed a bit of **** to force a kiss regardless of the woman's opinion. I really have to admit this.

But ah...

"What? I think you are very comfortable?"

"Soo, what's comfortable!"

"But isn't your waist swinging obscenely when kissing?"

"It's just not there!"

In an instant, Jasmine's face became quite stiff, she wandered her eyes, looked at her waist from time to time, and turned to the ground from time to time.

I don't know if it was a short-term hypoxia caused by kissing or was too shaken in my heart. Jasmine's breathing was always short when I was talking to me.

The teasing, angry and fearful Jasmine was a great entertainment.

"It doesn't matter, but you can't see your boyfriend in class. It's good to act like a baby occasionally."

"I don't want to act like a baby to my brother...Ah!"

She yelled at me like an irritated cat, but immediately covered her mouth with fright.

After all, it was the name I developed after giving her tremendous stimulation, and it seemed that Jasmine hadn't recovered yet.

"Well, sister is good, as expected, **** sister is not as good as **** sister."

"You... don't go too far!"

Jasmine's face was stained with a lovely blush, as if she was still resisting the fate of becoming a toy that I could manipulate at will.

Well, such a convenient talent is what I want.

At this time, mine swept over her snow-white jade neck, weak shoulders, and of course the beige floral dress that covered her calf.

"Why do you show so little land? Shouldn't you show your beautiful legs more in summer?"

"It's...it's not beautiful...and it's all because of my brother...Ah no!!"

She shook her head in a panic, then gritted her teeth and stared at me.

"You drew something like that on my leg, how can I wear a short skirt!"

"What? I just drew it just above the thigh."

"Idiot, it made me wear my nightdress immediately after taking a bath yesterday..."

Halfway through, Jasmine took another breath, as if she was quite disturbed by something, she lowered her hair and made a faint voice.

"There are still terrible things. Kuihua said that the hotel has a public bath, and she said she wanted to experience with me. What do you want me to do!?"

As if the victim showed her wounds in order to accuse the perpetrator, Jasmine scolded me with a deep hate, and put on her skirt. On the thigh part, even if it was covered by thin fleshy stockings, she could still see faintly. Orthographic of about.

The thighs are not bad, if someone sees any secret toilets or **** on the stomach, it is bad.

Thinking of this, I can only turn my head awkwardly.

"It's okay, don't you see that the marks on my face are gone?"

"That's because I relaxed a little bit when I painted..."

"So why do you itch your hands? Doesn't that give me a reason?"

"You, you won't let me go anyway, will you? I fought with you..."

Jasmine whispered, and finally she slapped me fiercely as if she couldn't bear it anymore.