My Boyfriend Is An Alien

, because only customers with heavy wallets and smart VIP members are welcome here, and they only pay for fu

kets, took out their cell phones, told Amelia to come out and pick me up, and waited for a while. A blonde in a black dress showed

ht you wouldn't come to me, but every

t a university in New York, but just studying made me nervous. So my goal in New York has changed since the first month I came here. There are not only schools, but also many parties and

before the summer vacation, don't you und

hair longer, she would give me up, or I would dump her and bake w

'm as tall as Western girls. Although their faces are sweet and deep at the same time, which makes their hair sticky, I'm not sure

's better for me to propose because they think I'm gay. I was wrong, which is not surprising, for although I am almost 180 cm tall, I a

t to be with a man.

ld?" Said Amelia, thrusting

ed at it, and she smiled and co

e too long, and then she came in, whispered I wa

to enjoy it. Amelia took me to her girlfriend playing poker and vodka on the sofa in the c

e." Violette, a friend of Amelia's, s

you to the bathroom," she added. I know what it means

ice stiffening when her girlfriend said so,

ngth." Violette hastily changed the subject before her friend grabbed a

m really tired. The more I drank, the higher the social blood in my body, and I began to become colorful, which made Emilia twice as much as before. I kept trying to touch me,

lacement at once, and that person is Violet sitting opposite me. She has alr

and put her feet under the table and stroked my legs to prepare me. It was not long before she got up from the table

clutching my neck tightly and kissing me passionately, and I put my han

back door of the nightclub, a narrow, deserted alley tha

n shoving your body in front of you and I pushing you against the wall. Before you put your hand

the long milky ru

prep

let take it and loosen the belt with her hand, but when Violet's mo

and then answered the phone. I let out a strong sigh when I

hours. What? Up front! All

miled at me. I sighed again when I realiz

xcuses next time," he said

ne." I cut off my lines without feeling,

interested, grabbed the cigarette, locked her up,

ered, I wanted to

day is not my day. Go

then threw it into the trash can with a condom, but when I saw the sh

it, I still heard the sound. But when I saw that his condition was not sta

g were too strange for ordinary people to wear. It was a silver tights that looked like the clothes of Spock, an al