Fang Yating let out a long sigh, wanting to adapt, the bartender obviously would not give her so much time
He grabbed Fang Yating's thighs, his hips contracted, and his waist was straightened.
In a short period of time, he stabbed forward a hundred times. Fang Yating's eyes were blurred, and his limbs were hanging on the bartender's body, like an octopus.
Accompanied by the bartender's assault, Fang Yating shouted loudly. Well...ah...no...no...um! It feels so good...quick...hurry...
Slap!
With the rhythm of thrusting the waist, the bartender swung his arms from time to time, slapped them down hard, and slapped them on Fang Yating's thigh.
Not long after, Fang Yating's round and fair thighs were covered with bright red marks.
Bitch, be comfortable!
Fang Yating lies on the bar with her eyes half-closed and her hair is lying messy on the bar
The fruits of high chests tremble up and down with the bartender's sprinting rhythm, making people confused
Stinky...stinky man...dog...thing...come...ah...if you don't stop if you have something to do
The waist was as hard as steel plates, supporting him, making the bartender's movements become stiff
The movement had already slowed down, and when he heard Fang Yating's curse again, the bartender hurriedly breathed and sank in his stomach.
Grasping Fang Yating's waist with one hand, pressing her crotch with the other hand, holding a steel gun, and launching a fierce attack
Slut, I'm going to fuck you to death
Well! Fuck... fuck your sister
While talking, Fang Yating pressed the bartender with both hands and supported herself. She sputtered on the bartender's face, all her face was covered with thick phlegm.
Hahaha!
Fang Yating's crazy laughter completely angered the bartender
He held Fang Yating and recklessly turned her back to her, with his back to him
The steel gun that had just left the warm tunnel broke in again
This is not finished yet
During the sprint, the bartender stretched out his middle finger, walked parallel to the steel gun, and inserted it in.
The middle finger, covered with liquid, put it in my mouth and licked it. I opened my buttocks with one hand, and my huge middle finger inserted it towards the deep chrysanthemum.
Ah...No...No
Fang Yating, who was taken into two-pronged approach, finally couldn't help but be abused, frowned, and shouted to beg for mercy.
The newly-seated commercial city, in the square, flags are waving, gongs and drums are clamoring, firecrackers are roaring, and crowds are crowded
Let us welcome Mr. Wu, who racked his brains and tried his best to trade the city, and Mr. Zhou, president of the famous Jianghai Culture Co., Ltd. in City A, came forward to cut the color
Mr. Zhou is Zhou Laohei, another party member of Zhou Baiwen. According to rumors, it is said that Zhou Laohei is Zhou Baiwen's illegitimate son.
However, this rumor is a bit too blind, right? Zhou Laohei is already in his forties. Is Zhou Baiwen so strong? Can Zhou Laohei give birth to Zhou Laohei in his teens?
Wu Qifan hurriedly walked onto the stage and shook hands with Zhou Laohei in suit and tie. Zhou Baiwen was not convenient for him to come forward, so he asked Zhou Laohei to replace him and support Wu Qifan.
The commercial city can be completed so quickly, and it is also inevitable that Zhou Laohei's contribution will be made.
To build such a large commercial city, many people must be forced to demolish it. Some of the nail households are eager to get more money and subsidies from the demolition, and will not leave without leaving
He grabbed Fang Yating's thighs, his hips contracted, and his waist was straightened.
In a short period of time, he stabbed forward a hundred times. Fang Yating's eyes were blurred, and his limbs were hanging on the bartender's body, like an octopus.
Accompanied by the bartender's assault, Fang Yating shouted loudly. Well...ah...no...no...um! It feels so good...quick...hurry...
Slap!
With the rhythm of thrusting the waist, the bartender swung his arms from time to time, slapped them down hard, and slapped them on Fang Yating's thigh.
Not long after, Fang Yating's round and fair thighs were covered with bright red marks.
Bitch, be comfortable!
Fang Yating lies on the bar with her eyes half-closed and her hair is lying messy on the bar
The fruits of high chests tremble up and down with the bartender's sprinting rhythm, making people confused
Stinky...stinky man...dog...thing...come...ah...if you don't stop if you have something to do
The waist was as hard as steel plates, supporting him, making the bartender's movements become stiff
The movement had already slowed down, and when he heard Fang Yating's curse again, the bartender hurriedly breathed and sank in his stomach.
Grasping Fang Yating's waist with one hand, pressing her crotch with the other hand, holding a steel gun, and launching a fierce attack
Slut, I'm going to fuck you to death
Well! Fuck... fuck your sister
While talking, Fang Yating pressed the bartender with both hands and supported herself. She sputtered on the bartender's face, all her face was covered with thick phlegm.
Hahaha!
Fang Yating's crazy laughter completely angered the bartender
He held Fang Yating and recklessly turned her back to her, with his back to him
The steel gun that had just left the warm tunnel broke in again
This is not finished yet
During the sprint, the bartender stretched out his middle finger, walked parallel to the steel gun, and inserted it in.
The middle finger, covered with liquid, put it in my mouth and licked it. I opened my buttocks with one hand, and my huge middle finger inserted it towards the deep chrysanthemum.
Ah...No...No
Fang Yating, who was taken into two-pronged approach, finally couldn't help but be abused, frowned, and shouted to beg for mercy.
The newly-seated commercial city, in the square, flags are waving, gongs and drums are clamoring, firecrackers are roaring, and crowds are crowded
Let us welcome Mr. Wu, who racked his brains and tried his best to trade the city, and Mr. Zhou, president of the famous Jianghai Culture Co., Ltd. in City A, came forward to cut the color
Mr. Zhou is Zhou Laohei, another party member of Zhou Baiwen. According to rumors, it is said that Zhou Laohei is Zhou Baiwen's illegitimate son.
However, this rumor is a bit too blind, right? Zhou Laohei is already in his forties. Is Zhou Baiwen so strong? Can Zhou Laohei give birth to Zhou Laohei in his teens?
Wu Qifan hurriedly walked onto the stage and shook hands with Zhou Laohei in suit and tie. Zhou Baiwen was not convenient for him to come forward, so he asked Zhou Laohei to replace him and support Wu Qifan.
The commercial city can be completed so quickly, and it is also inevitable that Zhou Laohei's contribution will be made.
To build such a large commercial city, many people must be forced to demolish it. Some of the nail households are eager to get more money and subsidies from the demolition, and will not leave without leaving
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