It’s really the true purpose of both parties is to find that feeling, to find a suitable reason, because both need both want to get high. A man is definitely a wolf in sheep’s clothing until he gets you into bed. I am aware of that, but I am inclined to like such a wolf, and like him to put me to bed. Miss, you are a good dancer. Is that so? Thanks. Come often? Occasionally. Alone? Uh-huh. What do you do? I make a living. You’re a big boss, aren’t you? Do I look like one? The first dance at …… ended with a bit of small talk.
He took me back to my spot at the bulkhead and asked what I wanted to drink, I said a glass of red wine and he asked for a beer. Miss, you are beautiful. Not bad, huh? How did big brother find me, you are also alone?
I had friends who said they’d all come here, but for some reason none of them came, and they shagged me. I see a few dances are over and you’re still sitting here alone, huh, I’m on to you. (Turns out he’s been watching me. Must be a horny guy too.
(But he’s really handsome, whatever he does, just make me feel good) Big brother, sit over here, it’s hard to talk from so far away. Okay, okay, he immediately sat down next to me. I think the wolf favorite is to hear this sentence. Because in most cases, as long as a man is allowed to get close, he’ll have a reason to strike. That’s what I’m here for, to get a man.
If you’re too formal, a good man will fly to someone else’s nest. He made a good impression on me. I didn’t want to turn him down. When it’s time to make a move, make a move. Isn’t that what the song says? If I don’t take the initiative, he’ll be too embarrassed to do it. Big brother, hold me. I whined, grabbed one of his hands around my waist. His nose tiger sniffed twice, Miss, you smell ah …… like this flavor? Like, smell on the comfortable. Come on, big brother, tonight we have fate, drink one. Well well well, he picked up the cup to drink. Stupid, to drink like this – cross cup drink. Miss, you’re so quick. We drank a cup of wine hand in hand.
After we finished our drinks we looked at each other in a four-way glance and the other’s mind seemed to be clear all at once. He poured a second glass.
One more, big brother. Good, Miss is a real character. Good things come in pairs ah. Right right …… Miss you do ……?
I didn’t wait for him to finish his sentence before I told him I was a junior clerk at the company so he wouldn’t think I did that. Oh, how’s the company? It’s okay. It pays the bills. That’s good, that’s good. I think he’s a bit dull, not quite as slick as the men of the moon. Maybe he’s a little passive because I’m messing with his mind. Let’s go dancing. Well, well, well. He took me to the dance floor for the second time.
His movements are still that auspicious rules and regulations, really hate his dull …… big brother, you are not old, why this dull ah? Miss, you ……
You are so enthusiastic that you make …… me have, some discomfort. Is it? Hahaha …… also let me guess right. Are you afraid that I eat you ah? Afraid ah …… these days are men are afraid of women. Then you are afraid of his wife?
I’m afraid. …… No, my wife kicked me out tonight. Then how dare you come here? Then I go there to pass the time ah? …… cheating. Cheat you do what ah? Big brother, uh, hold me jump. Tonight it seems that I should take the initiative.
Just as he stretched out his hand I jumped into his arms with a leap. Oh …… Miss, you are not light. I’m really not light, I’m 62 kilograms. Do not like me? Like …… like. Then …… give me a kiss. He carefully kissed me.
And this way. He kisses it again. Good brother …… I began to dance with him on the face, not only the top to stick the bottom as well, I slowly twisted my lower body to stimulate his brother. He pressed against my ear and said, Miss, your fire is so hot ah.
Don’t bother, dance. I felt his brother up, straight up against my bottom, hot and tickling me, and I pressed harder against it, wanting it to come in. But he was backing away. Bummer. I pinched his ass, no backing off, that’s what men do when they’re afraid of women. I shouted at him. Put your hand in and touch me. Where? Down there. Are you a slut? What’s wrong with women? Aren’t you afraid I’ll fuck you to death? Come on, if you dare. Unzip your pants and let me touch your dick. Come on, I want to.
There were no more barriers when it came down to it. He unzipped his pants and exposed his jj outside of his underwear, I put my hand in and grabbed it, and oh my god, his jj was so big and thick I loved it so much. He also did not politely put his hand into my skirt and began to touch my lower body. Oh …… lighten up big brother. Miss, you are not wearing panties? Do you still need to wear them here?
I deliberately asked him a rhetorical question. Your water water is coming out. It’s all because of you. Me? My hand just came in. Big …… brother …… put his finger in to get it.
I leaned over his shoulder and said, deliberately breathless as if I were in heat. Miss, my little beauty, what a little slut.
Do you like me? You don’t have to ask? That man does not like women slut. After listening to his words I began to sway my body back and forth, hand inserted faster, big brother …… oh …… oh …… oh …… I want you jjj to come in. Please pull …… big …… brother …… He didn t dare I knew it but I wanted to excite him. Inward, a little deeper.