Super Soldier King In Amorous City

Just at this time, there was a knock on the door, three long and one short. This was a knock signal that Erlang had already set down, and he hurriedly opened the door to let the person in, immediately hugging him warmly. When Erlang Shen pushed open the door, he sternly scolded, "You're too bold, how dare you come look for me at this time? If the matter were to be exposed, even I will not be able to save you! "    

    

Seeing Jiro's stiff face and official look, the woman who had just entered the room did not want to continue. She said half-coquettishly and half angrily: "I won't do it anymore! How did you coax her in the first place? If I didn't pity you, bastard, how could I have come here from the Japan? In just a few days of effort, I seem to have aged ten years! [You finally lured that stinking man out of the mountain, so I came to secretly serve you, but you don't care about me anymore!] If that's the case, then what's the point of me staying here at China? I might as well return tomorrow! "    

    

When Jiro saw that she was angry, he hurried over to coax her. "My little darling, what are you saying? Didn't I already think for your safety? If that man found out, would you have a chance of survival? "Good, good, good. My second son owes you this lifetime. Be good, when this matter is over, I will make it up to you!" He pinched the woman's waist and pushed her gently. The two of them lay side by side on Simmons' bed.    

    

The woman smiled charmingly and said, "I would rather believe that there is a ghost in this world than a man's mouth! If you felt sorry for me, would you still let them take the risk to accompany that dead man? You don't even know how disgusting I feel when I face that ugly face! "No, I really can't hold on any longer!" Jiro was not one to give up easily. He embraced the complaining woman and kissed her on the cheek. "Listen to me, aren't you doing this for the sake of our future? Jiro has always been a man of his word. I'll just tell you one way. If that man gets close to you again, you can just close your eyes and imagine that it's me, okay? "    

    

"You really have a devious idea. Can that stinking man be like you? But to tell the truth, I haven't been with you for many days. People have already forgotten what you look like! Not only that, you have never lacked women, and I'm afraid you will forget about me! " This woman spoke the same words as usual. She was originally Erlang's lover, but for his hidden purpose, she was pushed into the arms of another man. Thinking about this, she felt extremely wronged.    

    

In order to coax this woman into helping him achieve a certain goal, Jiro had to give her all kinds of indulgence and doting on her. He turned around and pressed her beneath him, saying in an extremely domineering manner, "You are my Jiro's woman, how can I let you suffer even the slightest bit of grievance? Since the time you left me, I have never slept with another woman, the purpose of which is to remember your scent in my heart. Of course, I will not allow you to forget my appearance, your body can temporarily stay by the side of another man, but you must remember, this heart of yours will forever be mine, Erlang! " Saying this, his hands mischievously touched the woman's heart area, constantly expanding the area, taking into account the area close to the skin of the internal organs.    

    

The woman panted and said, "You're not good or bad, you can take my heart, how can it hurt innocent people? With your claws, scratching people makes their hearts itch, I'll tell you this, you have to save the fire, or else I'll set you on fire!" Burn your wolf feet! " As she spoke, she grabbed one of Jiro's hands and, instead of pushing it out, rubbed it hard where she wanted to be touched.    

    

The woman that Erlang Shen had provoked said to herself, "You old fellow, in order to confuse me with your opponent, you haven't touched me for many months. Why are you making me pretend to be an innocent girl? Do you think this is easy to pretend to be?" I thought I would meet a handsome young man, but who would have thought I would meet a handsome young man, who would be looking forward to it so much, it's actually an ugly guy, he just has a stinky face all day, he doesn't even look at me, he just loves her well, other than being drugged the other day, he just keeps on calling her by the name of another woman, that kind of feeling, although it makes people addicted to it, it really is worthy of being younger than Erlang, good health, full of vitality, but it makes her a little dissatisfied, like eating a fly, unable to swallow, but also unable to spit out, she suddenly felt wronged and a little jealous, and also a little unsatisfied.    

    

Jiro felt the woman's desire and gently took off her dress, leaving only the three-point dress and the black strands of her long legs. He stroked the woman from top to bottom, and wherever Jiro's hand went, the girl's body slowly began to heat up. As she struggled to remove the last of her restraints, Jiro grabbed her by the hand and said, "My darling, don't panic. Just listen to me." I like to see you like this. "    

    

This old man had a fetish for things in the first place. He didn't like women who were too naked, and always loved women with their shy, half-naked, half-naked, half-naked, half-naked appearance. It was just like the cheongsam worn by a Chinese woman, which allowed the curves of her figure to be clearly displayed. There were those that did not expose her breasts, which required her to lift her head, straighten her chest, and keep her back straight in order to have a graceful effect. Then, she would carry a small bag of makeup, wear a pair of high-heeled shoes, and gently walk along the boulevard.    

    

My grandson, Erlang, is just like his father, a true pervert, and he is also someone who sees countless girls. Whatever kind of woman she is in his hands, she would be as obedient as a little sheep, as if she were as round as she wanted to be. He was the one who drank his soup and willingly went to a man's bed to warm his bed, but deep down, he couldn't forget about this unscrupulous Erlang, this woman is really despicable, lying beside the man who sold her, and making all sorts of gestures to seduce her.    

    

Jiro knew that the woman had been shut away from the other men, so he had been so eager to sneak into his room despite his repeated warnings. He touched the long legs of the woman with his hand, stirring the feminine gentleness of his man through the black silk, and at last took hold of the small, jade-like feet of the woman. Through the black silk, the bright red Danke could be seen, and the ten tiny toes were plump, round, and adorable, and Erlang held them in his hand as if they were a treasure, and then he held them against his own heart, and then he pushed them backwards against the woman's calves, and at last he put his hand inside the woman's pink, and slowly he drew a circle, watching the woman's eyes grow dim, and the way his tongue licked her lips.    

    

The woman felt as if Erlang's hand was carrying an electric wave. Every part of her body that touched her would make her shiver. The temperature of her body was rising rapidly, as if there was a flame in her chest that was about to burst into flames. Jiro's fingers prodded at a wet spot, soaking her pink pants. The woman gave a cry of alarm, and she couldn't help but moan, her knees clamped tight around one of Jiro's large hands, her breathing shallow and weak. The man was goaded by her moans, and a part of him swelled up, as if about to break out of the cocoon, and immediately charged into the fray.    

    

The gentle-looking woman rubbed herself with her hands and her flat abdomen. Her neck was thrown back, and her entire body was taut and trembling. Her breathing became more and more coarse. Finally, she begged Erlang, "Give it to me, hurry up!" When Jiro saw that the woman was almost done, if he wasted any more time, he might be discovered by others! So he roughly peeled off the woman's panties and threw them to the side, entering the woman's body. He recited a poem in an unorthodox Chinese language, which he had just seen from a toilet. At the time, he thought it was very interesting, so he recorded it down in his head. As Erlang moved, he panted heavily and said, "When it comes to people, the meat is in the flesh. It moves up and down and is extremely enjoyable."    

    

After the woman finished listening to this poem, she felt that although it was a little out of place, it was very vivid and appropriate to describe the movements they were going through on the bed. Therefore, she tried her best to play a beautiful waltz with the man on her body, and all she could hear was the heavy breathing in the room, the forgetful moans, and the sweet sounds of the collisions.    

    

Before she could finish her sentence, as if something thick and hard had stabbed into the woman's throat, she screamed out, and Jiro felt her tight around him, squeezing him, a kind of secret pleasure that made him dizzy, and he began to move even more, saying, "Come on, baby, move up and down, there's no end of it …" In the end, as the woman sobbed, the two of them both felt the world's wonderful joy, and the woman's eyelids rolled back.    

    

The victory he had just won, as well as the release of his body, made him feel completely satisfied and comfortable. However, he did not have time to rest, so he quickly picked up a glass of water from the bed, placed it in his mouth, and sprayed it all over the woman's face. When he saw her slowly awaken, he urged her, "Take advantage of the moment that no one sees you, if that ugly bastard sees you, will you still be alive?" The woman, still enjoying the wonderful taste of convulsions, leaned on Jiro and continued to rub Jiro's chest gently with her choppy body. "My body is so tired," she said in a coquettish voice. Can't I stay with you a little longer? "