At that critical moment, Ferrari suddenly accelerated and flew over from my left side. The motorcycle behind was thrown more than ten meters behind, and there was no collision.
In terms of performance, Ferrari is a sports car, and the BMW I drive is a household type, and the speed is incomparable to Ferrari. It seems that the woman just was just teasing me, and I was a little angry, but the Ferrari in front suddenly opened my distance of dozens of meters, so how could I catch up with it?
A few minutes later, I could no longer see the black Ferrari in front (usual Ferrari is red, but there are also black ones, so please continue reading with my brother in doubt, which does not affect reading). I have no competitors, and I am actually not a match for others at all. The speed has dropped. Anna in the back seat is really sleeping and snores softly. It seems that I was really strong just now! I was very proud. The golden spear has such power. How can a woman withstand such an impact? It can be done once, but it can't be ten times. The golden spear is invincible.
Slowly, the black Ferrari rear appeared in front of me. A few minutes later, the Ferrari was level with the BMW. There were not many cars on the highway at this time. The two of us were almost walking in the same lane. The girl smiled gently and approached me. I said coldly: You want to live, I still want to live!
The girl smiled, her voice was very tempting, just like a coquettish, like a coquettish, like a mumèi, like a mumèi, like a mumèi, like a mumèi. This sound was the most tempting. She held the steering wheel with one hand and stroked the shiny black hair with the other hand. Her hair was draped over her shoulders, and the red skirt was blowing a little in the wind. I vaguely saw her jade legs very white and slender. Handsome guy, your car is good, Ah, very fast
I don't think of her. Damn it, isn't this a harm? You rushed in front of me just now, and now you said that my car is fast. What the hell does this mean? This is the woman I don't like most in my life. She speaks arrogantly and can't see ordinary people like us. Only those rich people. As the saying goes, the upper class is the most vulgar, just like that, the gambler can get the answer.
I increased my speed and didn't see her again, but after a few minutes she chased her again, and she was holding a women's cigarette on her right hand. The cigarette burned very quickly in the wind. In less than half a minute, there was only one cigarette butt left in a cigarette. I thought to myself that this woman was really a waste, so I saw her take a sip and then it was blown. She asked me with a smile: handsome guy, what's your name Ah?
I replied coldly: Why should I tell you? Who are you from me? The girl didn't seem to have thought that I would have such an attitude. Her face froze, but then she became normal again.
At this time, she suddenly put on her glasses. Is it you? I was a little surprised. I have seen this woman there, but I can't remember who she is.
She chuckled softly, nodded, and said: It's Ah, it's me, do you have time to accompany me? She looked at me sideways. At this time, our car drove into the third ring road of City A, and there was a hotel not far ahead.
I nodded, I remembered this woman, the one who appeared a few months ago who asked me to ask for Lingyu, that is, Faris (the French woman who seduced me in Episode 2 Chapter 7). Ten minutes later, we sat together and chatted. Anna was taken back to a room and fell asleep by me. She could really sleep. She had been sleeping for more than two hours now.
Faris didn't seem to be scolded by Brightman (Brily's boss, mentioned in the first and second episodes in the previous episode). She recently came to City A to inspect the underwear market and met me. I looked at this French woman with a hot figure, a thumping chest, a bulging back, and a black meat sock under her long red skirt. The seductive and mature peach is fatal. My turtle and ripe seem to feel the smell of prey.
Miss Farice, how could you Blaley come to City A to find a market? I am a little puzzled. According to an international company like Blaley, if you want to find a partner, you have to go to Hong Kong, Macau, Shanghai, and Beijing. How could you come to City A, a medium-sized city?
I remember the first time I met Brightman was at the Dahong Underwear Exhibition in Hong Kong. It was also the underwear exhibition that I accidentally met Chen Na and met Xu Yinfei on the plane.
Faris gently picked up the high-legged wine glass. She held the wine glass in an elegant manner, with her legs tied up. Her slender legs under the black meat socks showed me the exotic style, noble and beautiful, and she talked about the destination she came here this time.
It turned out that after the board of directors of Blaley Company was held, it decided to establish five branches in China and find some underwear partners. It was also inspected in several cities in Hong Kong, Shanghai, and Beijing. Farice also came to visit this city A because she remembered me. In fact, it was not accidental that she came to this city A, because City A has almost monopoly in the underwear market in recent cities. This is the center of this area, and she has come without any commercial value.
Absolutely, I lost the number you gave me last time. I'm so sorry. She apologized to me. Last time I gave her the number. Later, when I was bored, I also sent her a text message. It seemed that she didn't reply, and I didn't take it seriously. It turned out that she lost her phone, but now she has changed her number.
We sat under a sun umbrella in the back garden of the hotel. The weather was a bit stuffy. A thin layer of sweat had already oozed from Faris' forehead. She moved her right leg to her knees and showed a dark place. The sweat beads made the place where the legs matched each other. She gently rubbed her slender legs with her hands. The red long skirt was low. When she bent down, she showed a white omen. She did not wear a bra. European and American women rarely wore bras, and they were wearing silk or half of the bras.
European and American bras are beautiful, and they are light and thin. The materials and hand-made designs are very complicated, so what they make are generally high-end products, especially the Braley Underwear Company. They make at least a few thousand US dollars a bra. There are probably not many people who can afford it in China. Even if they can afford it, they probably won't be able to bear it.
Faris's inadvertent action made me blush. The golden gun under me raised my head slightly. I resisted moving to the back of the chair. If I waited for my lower body to be too obvious, it would be more embarrassing.
After she made her socks, she raised her body and asked me embarrassedly: Juelun, please do me a favor. My back is itchy, please massage me.
Damn, I actually asked me to give her a massage!
I thought so, but I nodded, got up and walked around her back, and asked: What's wrong? She gently held my hand. Her hands were very soft and warm. She took my hand and gently slid on her back a few times. The thin red skirt shoulders were really thin, and I could feel that her skin was so slippery.
Well, this place is a bit itchy. Please press it for me. She said softly, I put my hand on it. Her flesh is very elastic, and it is still very comfortable even through the clothes.
How comfortable? I asked her gently, putting her hands on, massaged her fragrant back, and looking down her neck, I saw her white proud breasts, and two mature cherries were growing on the top of her proud breasts
My golden spear suddenly stood up. Maybe it was too long and it actually pressed against Faris' back. Faris asked me softly: Juelun, is there anything under you wrong? Her tone was so normal, it seemed that I didn't care that my thing was pressing behind her, and my body didn't move for a moment.
I was a little embarrassed, and I leaned back and took my hands back, but she was not happy and said: It doesn't matter, haha, please massage me again. The back is still very itchy, and your stuff is great
Damn, this is too direct. I feel a little bit unacceptable to her directness, but is I not as generous as a woman?
I went up to continue to massage her, boldly pressed the golden gun on her back, gently massaged her with both hands behind her, but my eyes were always looking at the beautiful scenery in a daze
After pressing her for a few minutes, she suddenly moaned softly, as if she was very enjoying it. When she heard the wonderful and ecstatic sound of European and American women, my golden spear suddenly hit her back again, and she moaned even more boldly.
In terms of performance, Ferrari is a sports car, and the BMW I drive is a household type, and the speed is incomparable to Ferrari. It seems that the woman just was just teasing me, and I was a little angry, but the Ferrari in front suddenly opened my distance of dozens of meters, so how could I catch up with it?
A few minutes later, I could no longer see the black Ferrari in front (usual Ferrari is red, but there are also black ones, so please continue reading with my brother in doubt, which does not affect reading). I have no competitors, and I am actually not a match for others at all. The speed has dropped. Anna in the back seat is really sleeping and snores softly. It seems that I was really strong just now! I was very proud. The golden spear has such power. How can a woman withstand such an impact? It can be done once, but it can't be ten times. The golden spear is invincible.
Slowly, the black Ferrari rear appeared in front of me. A few minutes later, the Ferrari was level with the BMW. There were not many cars on the highway at this time. The two of us were almost walking in the same lane. The girl smiled gently and approached me. I said coldly: You want to live, I still want to live!
The girl smiled, her voice was very tempting, just like a coquettish, like a coquettish, like a mumèi, like a mumèi, like a mumèi, like a mumèi. This sound was the most tempting. She held the steering wheel with one hand and stroked the shiny black hair with the other hand. Her hair was draped over her shoulders, and the red skirt was blowing a little in the wind. I vaguely saw her jade legs very white and slender. Handsome guy, your car is good, Ah, very fast
I don't think of her. Damn it, isn't this a harm? You rushed in front of me just now, and now you said that my car is fast. What the hell does this mean? This is the woman I don't like most in my life. She speaks arrogantly and can't see ordinary people like us. Only those rich people. As the saying goes, the upper class is the most vulgar, just like that, the gambler can get the answer.
I increased my speed and didn't see her again, but after a few minutes she chased her again, and she was holding a women's cigarette on her right hand. The cigarette burned very quickly in the wind. In less than half a minute, there was only one cigarette butt left in a cigarette. I thought to myself that this woman was really a waste, so I saw her take a sip and then it was blown. She asked me with a smile: handsome guy, what's your name Ah?
I replied coldly: Why should I tell you? Who are you from me? The girl didn't seem to have thought that I would have such an attitude. Her face froze, but then she became normal again.
At this time, she suddenly put on her glasses. Is it you? I was a little surprised. I have seen this woman there, but I can't remember who she is.
She chuckled softly, nodded, and said: It's Ah, it's me, do you have time to accompany me? She looked at me sideways. At this time, our car drove into the third ring road of City A, and there was a hotel not far ahead.
I nodded, I remembered this woman, the one who appeared a few months ago who asked me to ask for Lingyu, that is, Faris (the French woman who seduced me in Episode 2 Chapter 7). Ten minutes later, we sat together and chatted. Anna was taken back to a room and fell asleep by me. She could really sleep. She had been sleeping for more than two hours now.
Faris didn't seem to be scolded by Brightman (Brily's boss, mentioned in the first and second episodes in the previous episode). She recently came to City A to inspect the underwear market and met me. I looked at this French woman with a hot figure, a thumping chest, a bulging back, and a black meat sock under her long red skirt. The seductive and mature peach is fatal. My turtle and ripe seem to feel the smell of prey.
Miss Farice, how could you Blaley come to City A to find a market? I am a little puzzled. According to an international company like Blaley, if you want to find a partner, you have to go to Hong Kong, Macau, Shanghai, and Beijing. How could you come to City A, a medium-sized city?
I remember the first time I met Brightman was at the Dahong Underwear Exhibition in Hong Kong. It was also the underwear exhibition that I accidentally met Chen Na and met Xu Yinfei on the plane.
Faris gently picked up the high-legged wine glass. She held the wine glass in an elegant manner, with her legs tied up. Her slender legs under the black meat socks showed me the exotic style, noble and beautiful, and she talked about the destination she came here this time.
It turned out that after the board of directors of Blaley Company was held, it decided to establish five branches in China and find some underwear partners. It was also inspected in several cities in Hong Kong, Shanghai, and Beijing. Farice also came to visit this city A because she remembered me. In fact, it was not accidental that she came to this city A, because City A has almost monopoly in the underwear market in recent cities. This is the center of this area, and she has come without any commercial value.
Absolutely, I lost the number you gave me last time. I'm so sorry. She apologized to me. Last time I gave her the number. Later, when I was bored, I also sent her a text message. It seemed that she didn't reply, and I didn't take it seriously. It turned out that she lost her phone, but now she has changed her number.
We sat under a sun umbrella in the back garden of the hotel. The weather was a bit stuffy. A thin layer of sweat had already oozed from Faris' forehead. She moved her right leg to her knees and showed a dark place. The sweat beads made the place where the legs matched each other. She gently rubbed her slender legs with her hands. The red long skirt was low. When she bent down, she showed a white omen. She did not wear a bra. European and American women rarely wore bras, and they were wearing silk or half of the bras.
European and American bras are beautiful, and they are light and thin. The materials and hand-made designs are very complicated, so what they make are generally high-end products, especially the Braley Underwear Company. They make at least a few thousand US dollars a bra. There are probably not many people who can afford it in China. Even if they can afford it, they probably won't be able to bear it.
Faris's inadvertent action made me blush. The golden gun under me raised my head slightly. I resisted moving to the back of the chair. If I waited for my lower body to be too obvious, it would be more embarrassing.
After she made her socks, she raised her body and asked me embarrassedly: Juelun, please do me a favor. My back is itchy, please massage me.
Damn, I actually asked me to give her a massage!
I thought so, but I nodded, got up and walked around her back, and asked: What's wrong? She gently held my hand. Her hands were very soft and warm. She took my hand and gently slid on her back a few times. The thin red skirt shoulders were really thin, and I could feel that her skin was so slippery.
Well, this place is a bit itchy. Please press it for me. She said softly, I put my hand on it. Her flesh is very elastic, and it is still very comfortable even through the clothes.
How comfortable? I asked her gently, putting her hands on, massaged her fragrant back, and looking down her neck, I saw her white proud breasts, and two mature cherries were growing on the top of her proud breasts
My golden spear suddenly stood up. Maybe it was too long and it actually pressed against Faris' back. Faris asked me softly: Juelun, is there anything under you wrong? Her tone was so normal, it seemed that I didn't care that my thing was pressing behind her, and my body didn't move for a moment.
I was a little embarrassed, and I leaned back and took my hands back, but she was not happy and said: It doesn't matter, haha, please massage me again. The back is still very itchy, and your stuff is great
Damn, this is too direct. I feel a little bit unacceptable to her directness, but is I not as generous as a woman?
I went up to continue to massage her, boldly pressed the golden gun on her back, gently massaged her with both hands behind her, but my eyes were always looking at the beautiful scenery in a daze
After pressing her for a few minutes, she suddenly moaned softly, as if she was very enjoying it. When she heard the wonderful and ecstatic sound of European and American women, my golden spear suddenly hit her back again, and she moaned even more boldly.
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