674. Qualification3

'Clearly, Mead is important to women.'

[What is Mid?]

"What's a mead? It's a breast.I can't stand the sight of her like that, can I? That's what I'm talking about. '

As soon as I got in the car, I stared at my chest, and he glanced at me with his eyes and covered his chest with his arms.

"What are you staring at?"

"My sister's breasts."

"How dare you? How could you possibly answer that?"

"How dare you? Tell me you're being honest."

"Too much honesty can make you sick."

"Don't men just look at your breasts in the hospital?"

"Bo, I see but · · · ·."

"You see, your breasts are like thin stillers."

"But that doesn't mean I'm as open as you are. Speaking of which, how come you haven't heard from me in almost two months and then you call me out of nowhere? You think I'm funny?"

"Yes."

"What, what?"

The embarrassing face of Jia became washed away.

I was distracted by an unexpected answer.

Jiejie heaved a sigh and shook her head.

"You're so mean."

"Oh, I'm being honest."

"Stop being so honest. Of course!"

"Okay, that was a joke. Why would I laugh at you?"

"You're very comfortable with it. You're younger than me."

"You're only two years old."

"Show respect as much as that number!"

"Okay, sweetheart."

"Hey!!!"

"What do you want to eat?"

"Wow, now you're letting go of the horse without permission?"

"Why, isn't this better? We hit our belly button."

"Phew, really. Whatever you want. Hmph!"

He crosses his arms in a pinch and turns his head toward the window. But I do know.

If I didn't really want to see you, I wouldn't have come all the way out here dressed like that. She still remains a fool to me. And I know very well what that foolishness is about.

"Tell me. Expensive is fine."

"Never mind. Eat something rough."

"Then can I eat you first?"

As I reached over the farm and patted my thigh, Jia was shocked and took my hand away.

"What, what are you doing?"

"Come on. It's been a long time since we touched a bridge."

"This is our town."

"Okay. Let's start with the car."

I left the car with regrets.

He just kept staring out the window at how complicated his head was. He seemed to be upset that he was swinging at me freely.

If you play this hard to get, it's time to take care of you.

After the whip, always the carrot.

"Sis."

"What?" he said as he wished. "

"Half a sentence and a sister. You really didn't miss me?"

"Huh · · · · · · · · · ·."

"I've missed you so much."

"God, just stick it in your mouth and lie. Haven't you heard from anyone who wants to see you in over two months?"

"I had a situation."

"Hm. Of course you would say that. It's obvious a cheater like you is in trouble."

"You don't like me because I'm a cheater?"

"What kind of a woman likes a flirt?"

"He's right next to me."

"What, what?"

"There's a big, pretty sister."

His face turned red again with an unexpected compliment.

"Ugh, if you really can't talk!"

"What can I say?"

"Then?"

"I'm good at that, too."

Tak!

I knocked my palm with my fist at the same time as the ambassador.

"Phew, gross. Is that really all you think about all the time?"

"What didn't I tell you?"

"What, what?"

"Yeah, I just said I'm good at it, too. What were you thinking?"

I felt overwhelmed by my unfair love for my words.

"Oh my God! I'm not talking to you."

"Is that what you came up with?"

"· · · · · ·."

"Not really. We don't meet late at night just to eat."

"· · · · · ·."

"But isn't appetizer better than dessert?"

"Oh, come on!"

Eventually, he exploded.

"Is that all you think about when you look at me?"

"That's right."

"Excuse me?"

"I'm being very honest. All I want to do is tell you the truth. But it's not entirely my fault. Yeah, who said anything about being born that squeamish? If you wave your big tits around like that, you're gonna be crushed."

"Me, tits? Real low!"

"Look at this. If you just sit next to me, you'll grow up like this."

I quickly pulled out the object in time for the traffic light. When I came out of my no-pants to unzip it in case it got stuck, a boulder sprayed out like a spring under the steering wheel.

Jie looked at me while driving, and she was furious and turned away.

"Ugh! What are you doing, you pervert? Why don't you just put it in?"

"How am I supposed to put that in the weed?"

"Phew, you are so · · · ·."

I shook my head as if he had nothing to say. But she glanced at the object she had seen for a long time.

"Khh, it's been a long time. '

[No, you're being too hard on her.]

'That's what she likes. He's very vulnerable to the kind of man who swings because his nature is impulsive. It'll work a lot better than stubborn.'

[Hmm, is it a style that appeals to a typical bad guy?]

'Yes, but you can't just be bad. A good-looking, sexy boy should be bad. Sometimes you just can't tell the bad guy from the bad guy.'

[Yes, as expected of you.]

'You'll see. I've been looking at the object for a while, and it's probably crawling with teeth.'

I glanced at the object as if it were a peering compassion.

"Huh? He says he's seen you for a long time."

"Don't talk nonsense!"

"Heh heh. He wants to merge with you."

"Who's gonna do it?"

"No, I don't."

"Hurry up and put it in! I care. What are you gonna do when someone sees you?"

"I can't see very well because it's too dense."

"I care!"

"Why?"

"Why, why?"

"You've already seen it once. No, I was just watching. I put it in."

"W-what does it matter now!"

"Actually, I'd like to put it back, but I'm already sick of it. I think if you catch me once, I'll go in."

"Poetry, no!"

"Come on, just help me once. I'm constantly stumbling and getting in the way of driving."

"Oh, no, forget it."

"Anyway, I can't get my hands off the wheel right now. Just help me once."

"Ha. Seriously."

Jia sighs and extends her arms and grabs the object lightly. I could not keep my eyes off her until now.

I purposely empowered my cock.

The masses are taut enough to radiate blood.

"Ah!"

In a moment, the expression of affection in his hands filled with shame.

"Tell me. You wanted to see me, too, honestly?"

"It's okay."

"Do women always bounce like that?"

At that time, Jiaying tightly squeezed his grip.

"When you're in front of me, can you not talk about other women?"

"Oh, okay. Don't push it too hard. It hurts."

"Oh, does it hurt? Sorry."

He quickly became like that again because he said he was sick.

Even compassion is a democratic M-type. Do you feel like swinging at a guy you like and enjoying it all the time? This type is like being a favorite to spread anything to a man you like.

"Oh, it really hurts."

"I'm sorry. I didn't think it would hurt because it was hard."

"Are you really a nurse? It's like a man with no bones in there."

"Well, what do we do, then?"

"What do I do? Hoe me."

"Ho?"

He must have realized it was just a joke.

"Hey! You're not sick at all, are you?"

"No, it really hurts. But I think you'll be fine if you give me a hose."

"You're lying."

"For real? Just do it once. Then I won't say anything else. I haven't seen you in a long time, and you can't even do that to your sister?"

"Oh, really."

Jia was troubled, unable to do this or that. I was sorry to say no to my request, but I felt embarrassed to shove my face into the stuff that was erected while driving.

I continued to persuade her to worry. Instead of persuading him, he used to wear flocks like a little boy.

"Sis, just once. Huh?"

"For real this time?"

"Yes? Do it. Do it."

Eventually, Jia did me a favor.

What an easy girl!

[No way!]

"That's ridiculous. So keep an eye on people. He's a democratic type of kid. '

He loosened his belt and leaned toward the driver's seat. Then I really grabbed the object and breathed in the arc instead of round my mouth.

"Oh, boy."

I grabbed and pressed her back head with one hand at a time.

"Oops!"

A sudden crush on the forced aural made me struggle, but I couldn't beat my strength pressing my back. I spoke towards the throbbing affection.

"Sorry. I couldn't stand the sight of your lips."

"Oops!"

"Sis, just suck it once. I miss my sister's mouth."

"Woohoo!"

"Huh? Just this once,"

He seems to be begging, but he doesn't let go of his hand. When I realized that I would never let go of it if I didn't suck it, I nodded, wrapped a large object in my mouth to see if I had resigned.

"Are you going to suck it?"

After releasing a little pressure, Jiaying barely escaped.

"Ugh, you really!"

"You just said you'd suck it."

"What is this doing while you're driving?"

"I'm a good driver. It's okay, just once."

"Ha, I can't live because of you."

"I'll suck your dick for you. You know what I'm good at, right?"

Her face bursts red with the words "suck." Though I had anticipated from the clothes on, she was also expecting a night with me tonight.

"No, I'm good."

"Okay. Suck on me, then. I'll drive as carefully as I can."

"You know you're really bad, right?"

I asked the mouthpiece again to see if I had finally given up on my George. Seeing the massive tits crushing over the side brake, he shook his head, and the overwhelming feeling of conquest surged.

"Hehe. What a great guy. What a job. I've been calling him for months, and he's got his dick in his mouth, and he can't say a word. '

[You're really making me lose my words. You're my master, but you're a really bad bird.]

"What, man? '

[Ah, I see.]

I gently stroked her head, shaking her head up and down. He looks forward, but the entire nerve is full of cocks.

'Oh, I feel great. Some women suck their mouths while driving.'

After biting the cock for a long time, I felt bored with my left hand, grabbing the steering wheel and rubbing his boobs. I put my hand through the crack in the bottom of the top, and I dug deep into the brassiere, and my fingers caught the tougher nipples.

"Ugh!"

"You keep sucking. Let me touch your boobs."

"Huh-huh-huh-huh."

He sucked at the object, moaning whether his chest was in a good mood. After sucking the object, Ji stood up for a long time, wondering if he was uncomfortable leaning toward the driver's seat.

"Ha-ha, okay?"

"Thank you, sis."

"I gave you what you wanted, so put it in."

"I'll just leave it at that. I think we should stand up and clean it up anyway."

"What, did you lie to me?"

"A man has no choice unless he's cheap. What kind of graft is this?"

"Gee, that was really bad."

"Bad people like it."

"Me?"

"Wasn't it?"

"Well, that's ridiculous. Really."

Seeing as you're not going to deny it, it looks like you've been stabbed.

"But what are you really going to eat? Aren't you hungry?"

"I'm starving. Thanks to whom."

"Do you want to go with the cavities?"

"Chimac, shouldn't you be driving?"

"Driving? I'm going to sleep tonight."

"Where?"

"Where am I? It's your house."

"Who gave you permission?"

"Anyway, let's go play chicken. I'm hungry too."

"Don't drink beer."

"Okay, I won't drink it. Just drink it. “

‘I'll drink your juice. ’

* * *

His predecessor, Tae-ju, called his beloved subordinate, Min-soo.

"Are you free these days?"

"What's the matter, sir?"

Minsu was a handsome man who was not violently handsome. If it weren't for the knife marks on the left cheek, I would have been very clumsy enough to fit the movie actor.

"It's no big deal. Just one thing."

"Kid?"

"Are you sure you want to go? Think about it. I am a college student."

"Why · · · · university students."

He waves his hand like a nuisance.

"You don't need to know that. Can you do anything?"

"Yes, if you asked me to."

"I followed the identity of the weasel. You'll come out tomorrow."

"Yes, I understand."

As Shawn retreated, Taekju grimaced his lips. It's too trivial to deal with on its own terms, so I handed it over to one of my minions, but I felt sorry for the opponent.

"Ha, you're not really going to immerse Minsu, are you?"

Unlike his odd-looking face, Minsu was very cruel. I don't like the look of knives on my face. Rumor has it I hurt myself. Especially once, it was a temperamental personality that no one would stop him.

The Straight Glass in front of the Prince whispers to himself.

"Hagsa, it's all for your own good. At this rate, I've been loyal to James. ”

She obliterates James' request from her memory as if she were no longer a nuisance.

End

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