Come Kiss Me

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asses on his eyes, he looked elegant but could not hide his perfect muscles under his shirt. shirt, she immediately knew that at least she still had eyes that knew how to see beauty. [*] Romain Rolland (1866 - 1944) was a French writer and playwright who won the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1915. He tilted his head slightly, his eyes falling on a landscape painting from Russia. In that picture, near there are beautiful, bright flowers, far away there is a vast blue sky. This artist has a knack for arranging colors so he can always create beautiful landscapes that make people look forward to them. But in that moment, that picture in Trinh Man's eyes lost its touching look when she was next to that man. Trinh Man walked over to say hello. When facing that man, it was rare for her sense of smell to no longer be as sharp, and it was not until she was on the way back to the hotel that she learned of his identity through his last name. This is not simple. But no matter how high one's position of power is, when it comes to sex, it's not worth mentioning. All worries and concerns can be thrown to the back of your head. She blatantly turned her head to look at the man who had always been calm and confident, looked at the long fingers holding the phone and the beautiful curve of his jaw, heard his calm but seemingly distant voice. Older brother. He is a very sensitive person, he could almost immediately feel her eyes so he calmly looked at her. Trinh Man smiled, not only was he not embarrassed, but his eyes were even bolder and without any reserve. He called for about five minutes and Trinh Man also looked at him for those five minutes. It wasn't anything important, I just heard a few trivial reports, so it's hard to blame her for not avoiding her. "Beautiful?" He said, then took off his glasses and wiped the lenses so they weren't contaminated with a single speck of dust. "Pretty." Trinh Man calmly nodded, then sat up straight and said: "If you make love to me in this position, I will definitely reach climax very quickly." He pursed his lips and did not speak. As soon as he entered the hotel, when the lights covered the room with a warm color, he simultaneously hugged Trinh Man, who was still holding on and not entering. When the door closed there was a very loud noise. Trinh Man spoke: "A little lighter." Don't know what she's talking about either. Trinh Man is not a person who is passionate about sex, but she cannot help but admit that when he entered her body and was with her, a whirlwind arose in her head, causing her to fall into the darkness. The waves are constantly undulating. All of her senses were taken away, leaving only the tight junction still moving in an abnormal state. Unusual is a very appropriate word. Trinh Man, who was lying among the colorful flowers, thought so. Sometimes it's like fireworks exploding, sometimes it's like a stream gurgling through it. Is this normal? No, she thought she had no control. If her vagina could communicate with her soul, her other soul would definitely have been penetrated by him. His movements were like a heavy rain and wind passing through her territory, with even more of a strong contrast to his face that didn't have too many emotions. The tiny drops of sweat on his forehead also sold him out, they clearly showed