Chapter 10

There are not many telephone booths on the streets of Moscow, but I still found one.

I walked into the public telephone booth, took out the coins I had just exchanged in the store, and threw a few into the telephone.

Then take out a pack of crumpled cigarettes from your pocket.In the cigarette case, there is a small note with a number on it.

The number was dialed, but no one answered. When I was about to hang up the receiver, a click came from the receiver and someone answered the phone.

The other party did not speak, but could hear the loud heavy metal music.

I hung up the phone and lit a cigarette.

The phone rang, and I waited until it rang 4 times before picking up the receiver.

Hello!

Juan?

Where are you?

We were on the 7th floor, 46 Victory Avenue, Room 704.You come alone.The voice on the phone was hoarse, but there was no harsh music.

Ten minutes later, Blood Hand opened the door for me, and the first impression he gave me was career.

He shaved a bald head, his chin was clean, his body was so burly that he was almost a little bloated, and one eye was fake.That was what he lost in North Africa.

Without greetings or greetings, he invited me into the house.The room was empty, with only a large table, a few young people were playing poker, and a brand new Japanese radio was placed on the wall.

Hello you guys!

Like Zhu Kun introduced me, these young people are all descendants of Chinese people, some of them are the second generation and some of them are the third generation.

They saw me seem disapproving because some of them were even older than me and much taller than me.

You're Juan?

A young man with a moxigan head shaved with an American Indian and huge earrings first put down the card in his hand. He stood up and shook his body. His arms exposed from his sleeveless top were well-muscled, and his text was filled with various patterns.

Even on the palm.

The others looked at me coldly and said nothing.

Blood Hand didn't say anything, he just walked to a chair at the foot of the wall and sat down, putting his hands in his pocket as if he was afraid of the cold.

Are you Mike?Engineer?

Hey, are you Juan? He asked you?

Sitting next to a pale young man wearing glasses, he shouted at me unfriendly, "Where is our money?"

I didn't answer him, but looked at the Blood Hand.Bloody hands shrugged and made a position that had nothing to do with him.

All the young men stood up.Walk towards me.I walked towards them, too.

When the young man with long hair and a leather jacket was closest to me, I suddenly punched him hard on the bridge of his nose. He screamed and squatted down with his face.

The others immediately took a fighting pose.

I pulled out my gun and pointed at Mike's head. He was the tallest, and he put down his leather jacket, and he stood in the front.

They all stopped.The young man wearing glasses said uneasy: I heard that you hired us.We agreed with Mr. Zhu.

So what does this mean?I smiled and inserted the gun back into the sheath. Is this a welcome ceremony for my superiors and employers? I helped him up.

Immediately someone helped the young man in a leather jacket who had already sat on the ground up, and they all retreated to the table and stood at me.

I looked at the Blood Hand, and the Blood Hand shook his head, stood up and brought me the chair he was sitting on.

I sat down and my bloody hands stood beside me.

This is Kevin.open.From the East Coast of the United States.He is a thorny, a computer expert.Blood pointed at his glasses and said.

And this one, a fair-faced person.Steve.List.Nicknamed Water Demon, Sniper.The one who was unlucky just now was Tom. I can't remember his last name. It's too difficult to pronounce. He is a charge warrior.Mike, engineer, blaster, squinted his cousin, Pete, driver, machine gunner.This is your boss, Juan.

He nodded at me.

I lit a cigarette and said to them with ease: OK, boys, I don’t say much.Some of you will die, it’s not just a matter of being a little bullshit, but it’s that within a few weeks, everyone will become very rich.Bloody hands are your head.If you have any dissatisfaction, you can shoot his head, or even mine.It's that simple.Is there any problem?

We need equipment, it's not as simple as robbing the bank. What we want has been written on the order... Kevin held his glasses.He seemed to be talking to me as the spokesperson.

Are these?I took out a computer disk from my pocket and I will give it to you, even better than you asked for.Is there anything else?

What about the specific plan?

This is up to me. As long as you stay and don’t move, I will plan it.I will take a plane to Milan tomorrow night, with Blood Hand, Mike and Pitt.Steve, Tom.Kevin will follow me in a while.When I arrive in Milan, I will go to find you.I have told Blood Hand about everything.

Bloody hands nodded, his voice was indeed hoarse, like a crocodile with severe water shortage: No disagreement, no sloppy, no sloppy, no out without authorization, no drinking, no drug, no play women causing trouble.You nodded at Mike, shaved the thigh of pussy hair for me, not dressed like a singer, not asking what the hell is, whether this is OK, or that is OK, I am not a damn nanny.

He paused, then tried to speak gently and said: I don’t care that you were killed, but before completing the task, I still hope you are careful.

When they left, they all stood up from their seats and watched me leave.

Blood Hand smiled and showed an incomplete mouthful of teeth.

Kevin didn't have any luggage, but I still asked him to carry a travel bag with something irrelevant.

He is very smart. When we took the tram, he kept a distance from me, and didn't even look at me.

I explained some things to him, and the departure time of the plane I was on in the evening, so he left by himself.

On the way back to the hotel, I lit another cigarette, and the shadow of myself three years ago kept popping up in my mind.

(If you don’t understand the following paragraph, you can go and watch "Sniper Mom" ​​2)

I heard the person guarding me turn off the TV and walk towards me with big strides. I closed my eyes. I was only 17 years old. I don’t want to disappear so early. I haven’t been in a relationship yet. I haven’t tried what it feels like for women. I gritted my teeth and cursed in my heart with pain.

The steps stopped behind me, and the hard barrel hit the back of my head.Ready?By the way, your mom is so fucking good!

The gunshots...

My head tilted downwards, tugging on the wound on my face, and a stinging pain. What's going on? Dead people won't think about it.

I heard the sound of my body falling to the ground behind me, and the gunshots rang again.

After the three rings, the TV no longer sounded.

Hey, you can still move, right?His Chinese language has a strange accent.

I nodded, and the stranger who saved me could not see his face. He wore a special forces hat and a sharp dagger in his hand in gloves. He cut off the rope that tied me and then covered my eyes with a black cloth.

Without the tied rope, I had no strength at all. I fell forward straight and he grabbed me.

I screamed in pain when I carried my thin body on my shoulders.

It's useless. You scream like a virgin at the first night.

He said sarcastically.

In a daze, we seemed to have left the building and got into a van. There was a little girl of my age in the car. Her beautiful voice was cold and I couldn't understand a single word.

After the car started, someone gave me an injection. The wound on my body was not so painful. A strong sense of sleepiness came. Before I fell asleep, I felt a pair of warm little hands wiping away the blood from my face with a towel, and then wrapped the wound on my forehead with gauze.

My thoughts are back in reality.Back in the hotel room, Iron Man answered the phone with a serious expression.When he saw me, he handed the receiver to me and said: It's Caesar!

Hello, I'm Juan.

OK, I will see you tomorrow.We need you and Iron Man, come now.He closed the line after he said that.

I was about to go to the balcony to smoke when the iron man stopped me.

Juan, we want to talk.

Um!Say it.

Iron Man pondered for a long time before slowly saying: Juan, do you trust me?

certainly.We have experienced so many things together, it's like...

But why can’t I feel your trust?

The Iron Man himself lit a cigarette, and we were training in Nigeria together, you have always been our commander.Do you remember the group action when you graduated, you, me, James, Tom and Babe.

The Iron Man made up his mind to put the cigarette out in the ashtray.

No matter what you are going to do, I will stand on your side.But now you make me feel like I have become a different person. I can't feel your thoughts. You are standing far away in the darkness far away from us.

I didn't answer.Iron Man didn't need an answer, he just wanted to say what he was thinking.

If you need me, I will always be loyal to you.After Iron Man finished speaking, he went to pack up as if nothing had happened.

The plane landed at Frlanini Airport in Milan. Ironman and I dressed like fans, wearing ACMILAN's red and black sword shirt, sunglasses, and cursing Juventus while walking.

When I passed the customs, I saw Kevin. He was wearing headphones and flipping through the travel manual bored, and occasionally glanced at the Italian beauties beside him, looking like tourists.

He noticed my eyes, his face was unchanged, and his hand flipping through the travel manual tightened, leaving only a middle finger towards me.

The one who came to pick us up was no longer the extended Mercedes-Benz, but a black general-purpose off-road vehicle. There were several Italians on the car, each wearing casual clothes, but they were all wearing bulletproof vests.

There was also a woman sitting in the car wearing a cheongsam with Catholic patterns, her fiery red hair tied behind her head, and a fan in the style of an Italian aristocratic one.

You are late, not because of traffic jams.

What, is it you who guides our actions now?

I ignored Leona's words and got into the carriage.

The car quickly drove out of Milan City and headed towards Bergam, a small town 60 kilometers away from Milan.

Originally, there was a bomb placed in the Italian headquarters in Milan three days ago. Lily and the Saints were just injured by the broken glass. It was not very serious, but James was still inside the building at the time, so his injuries were quite serious. When we saw him, he had a bandage on his head, like a snowman in winter.

You're okay.

He is pretty good.The knife hand stood at the door, his tone of uncontrollable anger, Caesar is looking for you, Juan.You're fine now.

Yes.When I left James, I felt that James looked at me with a strange look.

Hello Juan.What happened to the injury on the body?Caesar was still alright, and I noticed that Lily, who was sitting next to him, had gauze wrapped around her hands.

I'm totally fine.I said with a smile.What's wrong?

Sit down.Let's get started.

Caesar was drinking coffee.

Nothing, you know, the current situation is not good for us, and the other party knows us no less than what we know about ourselves.

Caesar put down the coffee cup in his hand, and there are some things that should be known to you.

Lily put a videotape into the video recorder, and after a short period of snowflakes, a news broadcast intercepted from a state television station in Peru appeared.

The picture shows the ruins of a villa that is still smoking, with government soldiers and firefighters and doctors wearing white coats busy.There were 9 corpses on the open space, all covered with white cloth.

...It seems that the demons were holding on to them tightly.Not long ago, the manor of the manor was Crison, an Australian magazine reporter.Chio was attacked by landmines placed by guerrillas on the way to the airport, and the people in the car died on the spot.Last night, a nightmare was staged again in this small town of less than 1,000 people. Unidentified militants attacked the local government headquarters, killing at least 30 people and injuring 15 people, while there were no reports of casualties on the militants.Jose, the top commander of the government forces stationed in the local area.Colonel Sosa died on the spot.His assistant Martin.Sebastian was killed inhumanely by militants.

The scene of the two people's death appeared on the camera. Colonel Sousa was still wearing a military uniform, but his lower body seemed to be stained with blood. His throat was cut open, and Martin was even more miserable, and even used blurring on the TV.

Only a blood-red piece could be seen.

He was skinned.The saint who appeared behind me was leaning against the wall at some point and said in a relaxed tone.

I turned my attention back to the video.

The Qia Manor that appeared in the camera just now did not escape the attacks of militants, and all the guards were beaten to death.The owner of the villa, Crison.Mr. Chio's widow, Mrs. Chio and his two guests disappeared, and the missing female guerrilla prisoner who temporarily lives in the manor because Mrs. Chio was dissatisfied with the abuse of the local government forces. This station did not know much about her situation.

A photo appeared on the screen of a female prisoner held by two government soldiers.It's Anna.

Anna.

I stood up and my breathing became heavy.Anna was caught by the government forces and Anna disappeared.

No organization or individual has claimed responsibility for the incident. The region has been an active anti-government force. The United Nations and most countries have warned citizens not to travel or conduct business activities in the area...

I fell to the chair, sweat kept oozing out of my forehead. This cute little girl was deeply in love with me, but now, she was not sure about her life or death.But I can't separate myself.Who did it?

Huyan and I were on the phone, and they didn't know who did it.And the last time, Crison was assassinated.The strange thing is also very strange. This guy is an on the surface a reporter, but in fact, he is doing business with the government army and guerrillas, and he is also a tribe controler between the two sides.And the lady who came out of nowhere was quite suspicious.Now, there is another little girl. I heard that she is your old lover Ah.

The saint sneered and said, "Did you tell her that you are the future successor of SEMS and the second young master of the company?"Hahaha.

You say it again?

I stood up.

From Leona to Saints, I can't stand this so-called S-class attitude.

But now, it is not the time to turn against each other completely, I know.

So I sat down, and the knife hand and Leona came too.

The air in this room became heavy.

It was like dark clouds swelling in the sky, and lightning was about to fall.

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A pleasant experience!

The car was driving on the 6th and the car was speeding on the beach.

Next to him was mom.

Mom looked ahead as if nothing had happened.

The 6th looked back at No. 8 and Anna who were sitting behind.

Anna fell asleep, and No. 8 was pondering something.

Why didn’t you leave directly? It took so much trouble.

Mom complained, but she was still happy. It was funny when I thought of the guy's fear. He knelt on the ground and begged me not to kill him.Tears were all flowing down, which made me really disgusted.

It's Ah.I'm so laughing.

No. 6 laughed. It’s been a long time since I’ve been so happy. These idiots are not even as good as those idiots from Symes. When will I meet a slightly skilled Ah? My skills are almost rusted.

He touched his mother's thigh, and her mother threw a look at him.

It's a waste of time.

No. 8 also said gloomyly, but it was different when it arrived in Italy. The real challenge was in Milan, and Juan and the others had arrived in Milan.The show is about to begin.

No. 8 turned his eyes to Anna who was sleeping like a child.Now, it's time for the 14th.

No. 14?The 6th looked back at Anna, are you talking about her? You are not kidding, 8th.I think your words are becoming more and more interesting.

Focus on driving your car.

No. 8 stopped talking, and he focused on his knees.

There, there is a hand drum, which is made of light-colored leather.

There is a black pattern in the center, which is a tattoo. Last night, the material of this hand drum was still growing on the captain who was skinned by him.

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A blue vintage Mustang car parked at the entrance of a supermarket in Chinatown.Two ugly-looking men wearing cotton-lined hats were drinking beer in the car and playing low music on the radio.

Is it her?

The man sitting in the passenger seat holds a magnified photo in his hand.

Compared with Sofia, who walked out of the supermarket with two large paper bags.

Behind Sofia, there were two burly men wearing sunglasses.

Yes, No. 9.

Oh, she is really a beauty.Just a little thinner.The man known as No. 9 grinned.

Drive to the parking lot, are you coming or I coming, 7th?

I'll do it.The car started on the 7th.

Sofia approaches her black BMW Z3, ​​while her bodyguard goes to Cherokee next to BMW.

Sofia pulled out two cans of Coke from the shopping bag, placed the bag in the trunk of the car, and then walked towards Cherokee with the Coke.

This is for you.Thanks for your hard work.She handed the Coke to the bodyguard and said in sign language.

Miss, please go back early.You came out to buy things but didn't go through the manager.

A bodyguard looked around vigilantly.

It’s better to be careful if we are the only two of us.Now is a very moment.

OK, I get it.Sofia smiled and gestured, "Thank you all for your hard work, you always eat p izza, today, I will make it for you to eat."

Thank you, Miss.

At this time, an old-fashioned blue Mustang car was spraying black smoke and slowly drove into the parking lot.With a bang, the hood popped open by itself, and the stinging sound of the water tank came.

Two strong men in short-sleeved and cotton hats got out of the car. They were drinking beer while kicking the car body.This damn broken car.

May I ask, do you have a mobile phone?On the 7th, Cherokee who was heading to the bodyguards, they had no way to drive out because the blue Mustang blocked the exit of the parking lot.

No, no.The bodyguard waved impatiently.

It's really too much.Drive such a good car, but don't even have a phone call.We would give money, just call a trailer.No. 7 muttered while drinking beer.

The bodyguards were unwilling to be troublesome, so they rolled down the car window and handed out the mobile phone.

Just as they rolled down the window, No. 7, who seemed drunk, suddenly pulled out a pistol with a silencer from behind, with only two shots. The bodyguards were lying in the carriage with two holes in their heads.

Sofia looked at all this in surprise. She started the car and wanted to escape, but No. 7 had just two shots, and then exploded the BMW's tires and added another shot. The car's engine was penetrated and the car stopped immediately.

Come on, little beauty.How about going with us for a beer?

Sofia wanted to scream, but could only make a hoarse voice like Ah, Ah.

She struggled, and No. 9 impatiently covered Sofia's mouth with a handkerchief, and the anesthetic soon began to evaporate.

Sofia fainted.

On the 7th, she dragged her out of the car and carried it on her shoulders.

On the 9th, the bodyguards dragged out of Cherokeely and threw them aside.

When the patrol officers who came to the parking lot heard the sound of gunfire arrived, there were only blue tattered wild horses and the BMW Z3 that could not be activated in the parking lot.

No. 7 drove the Cherokee off the city along the highway and the car arrived at a standard private territory in a suburb, surrounded by barbed wire farm.

Hello, how should I deal with this Chinese girl?

Let's have fun first.No. 9 said in a relaxed tone.

Then how do you explain Ah?No. 7 said objecting.

She is a mute, and she can still complain in front of her head.It was her luck that it fell into our hands. If it were even numbers of people with 6 or 8, hehe, this might have been soaked in the potion and turned into a work of art.

That's right, I feel a little nauseous when I think of No. 8, let alone No. 6.No. 7 breathed a sigh of relief, come on, let's get her in.

Damn, these breasts are really not small.No. 7 kneaded Sofia's breasts with his hands and put his nose up to smell them.If this woman can speak, she will definitely be good at screaming.

Look at this.

No. 9 pulled off Sofia's jeans and then pulled off the blue panties. The girl's tender labia was exposed, and her pubic hair was shining. No. 9 used his fingers to pull the pink clitoris, and inserted his fingers into Sofia's vagina for a while before taking it out. He put it in his mouth and said: Damn, this is a top-notch Ah.

Sofia, unconscious, was placed on the large dining table in the kitchen.His hands and feet were tied to the table legs, his body was stripped naked, and his delicate skin was shining with a soft luster.

No. 7 took out a can of orange jam from the refrigerator, picked out a large piece with a dining knife, evenly applied it to Sofia's smooth abdomen, and then licked it greedily with her tongue.

The cold jam just smeared Sofia's smooth abdomen, and her abdomen contracted. Sofia's body seemed to tremble, but soon returned to her sleep.

No. 7 slowly licked the jam smeared on Sofia's abdomen, stuck out his tongue, shook his head, and licked it bit by bit, as if he couldn't bear to leave.

He placed his left hand on Sofia's breasts and kneaded it, while his right hand was digging in the vagina on his lower body, and he also used his fingers to pull the sensitive clitoris.

On the 9th, he also joined in, kissing Sofia's soft lips.

He opened her mouth and put his tongue in, and used his own tongue to pick Sofia's tongue, and his hands stroked Sofia's hair.

She seemed to be awake.

No. 7 said, but it was even more fun to wake up. The beautiful Symes's young lady was raped by two homeless men on the farm. Her eyes would definitely look good if she cried.

No. 9 did not answer. He was taking off his clothes and pants when he suddenly thought of something. He opened the refrigerator, took out a box of ice cream from the freezer, and scooped out a spoon. He stuffed the spoon and ice cream into Sofia's vagina like flowers that had not yet bloomed. The cold stimulated Sofia's body. She twisted her conditioned reflexibly and tried to close her legs together, but the legs tied by the rope didn't listen to her at all.

Her eyes closed and she let out a dreamlike moan.

It's really delicious.

No. 9 climbed onto the table, lay on Sofia's lower body, stuck out his tongue and licked it. The ice cream melted by the body temperature flowed out. A drop of it was licked into his mouth by No. 9's tongue. He sighed, No. 7, do you want to try it too? It's much better than before.

However, No. 7 was also busy. He applied orange jam on the nipples on the left side of Sofia, and peanut butter on the right side, then squeezed his breasts together, licked the left side, and then on the right side, the orange jam was mixed with the strong peanut butter, and it was also faintly mixed with the body fragrance of Sofia, with a special fragrance.

At this time, Sofia, whose medicine had gradually faded, slowly woke up. She was shocked when she discovered her condition. She twisted her body and limbs hard, trying to break free from the rope binding.

But futile resistance can only increase the fun of No. 7 and No. 9.

No. 9's mouth was covered with ice cream. He pressed Sofia's pelvis with his hands, his whole face was placed on her lower body, his nose arched against the clitoris, and his tongue spiked into Sofia's body like a penis. He licked it in vain.

Sofia was shocked and ashamed. Her pure body, which had never been touched by others except for the one she loved, was played with by two strange men with a vulgar appearance. She couldn't scream, and tears slid down.

No. 9 seemed to be satisfied. He straightened up, held his penis, and tried to insert it into Sofia's vagina, which was still covered with melted ice cream. However, Sofia struggled hard, making his penis unable to aim. He pulled Sofia's clitoris irritably. The pain caused by the clitoris made Sofia's body arch, and she screamed hoarsely.

The painful sound made the body not twist for the time being. No. 9 excitedly held Sofia's waist with his hands and inserted his eager penis into it.

The size of No. 9 is much larger than the only one Sofia knows. This sudden impact made Sofia feel even more painful. She could only raise her head and knock on the table with the back of her head.

It would be better to let me die than to be insulted like this.

She said in her heart.

Don't be impatient, baby, this is just the beginning.

No. 7 said with a lewd smile, and his two big hands were squeezing on Sofia's breasts. Instead of letting your boyfriend fuck, it's better to let us real men teach you.

It's Ah, if you feel comfortable, just shout loudly.No one will hear it anyway.

No. 9 agreed with No. 7, his penis was wrapped in the tight inner wall of the vagina. Due to Sofia's very few sex life, the vagina was not very lubricated, and the penis was not very smooth in and out, but this tight feeling still made No. 9 feel extremely wonderful, especially when he knew that he was playing with the hostile Symes boss's pearl in his palm.

He thrust proudly, ignoring Sofia's pain at all. With every thrust, Sofia shook her head desperately, biting her lips through her teeth, and her tightly closed eyes and her shaking hair had a broken beauty.

No. 9 was already panting and hoarse, and Sofia was sweating profusely. Her physical strength was almost exhausted, her struggle was not so violent, and her tears were about to dry out.

She shouted in her heart over and over again: Juan, I'm sorry for you.

No. 7 witnessed this good scene on the side, and finally couldn't help it. He quickly took off his pants, climbed onto the table, and knelt on Sofia's abdomen with his legs spread.

He sat down carefully on Sofia's body, trying not to let his weight crush the little beauty beneath him to death.

He placed his penis between Sofia's breasts, held up Sofia's breasts with his hands like dough, and rubbed his deformed breasts with his penis.

The sound of a pair of beautifully shaped breasts colliding with each other made No. 7 feel very comfortable. He simply sat on Sofia's abdomen. The heavy weight made Sofia breathing difficult. Her face turned red, but she had no strength to struggle. Sweat fell on her twisted face and dripped on the dirty floor. The last time she saw before she was unconscious was the ceiling that had broken a big hole.

No. 9's movements gradually accelerated. He suddenly pulled out his penis, held it with his hands, quickly took the cardboard box containing ice cream, and ejaculated all the semen.

No. 9 just climbed off the table.

No. 7 immediately replaced him.

Before his pussy was opened, he inserted his penis into it with a slight slight penis. His hand was still on Sofia's breasts and kneaded it, humming soundly in his mouth.

No. 9 filled a cup of cold water with a cup, and poured it on Sofia's unconscious face. Sofia, who was awakened by the water, shook her head, but she felt that the pain in her lower body was not over, but the weight of her body disappeared, and she struggled desperately again, but the twisting waist could only bring greater pleasure to No. 7.

You want to feed her something, don't you?No. 7 said to No. 9.

It's Ah, she must be hungry.

No. 9 used a spoon to scoop up a spoonful of ice cream mixed with his semen, melting like milk, and stretched the spoon to Sofia's mouth.

Come on, uncle feed you something delicious.

Sofia closed her mouth and turned her face open. No. 9 had to put the box on the table and freed up her hand to pinch her face. It took a lot of effort to make Sofia speak.

He poured a whole spoonful of ice cream in. Unexpectedly, Sofia closed her mouth without pinching it.

No. 9 laughed loudly, but before he could be happy for a long time, Sofia suddenly tried hard to lift up and spit out all the ice cream mixed with No. 9's semen on No. 9's body, and there were still a lot on his face. Even No. 9 himself tasted the cold, sweet, and fishy and strange smell.

A bitch.No. 9 wiped his face and cursed. This time, he pinched Sofia's mouth with his hands and turned the box containing ice cream to his mouth.

While Sofia had to endure the pain in her lower body, she tried hard to close her mouth so that the dirty things would not flow into her mouth. But soon, her mouth was filled with ice cream. As a last resort, she swallowed some, but more of them vomited onto No. 9.

On the 9th, he finally ruined half of the ice cream, and then he stopped with satisfaction. He suddenly remembered something, took a plastic bag from the refrigerator in the kitchen and pressed it tightly on Sofia's mouth and nose.

Because of the suffocation, Sofia struggled even more violently. Her twisted waist and her chest swaying under No. 7's palm all made the two of them extremely excited.

After a while on the 9th, Sofia's face turned red and purple. She coughed violently and gasped heavily. Her lungs were not satisfied yet, and she came again on the 7th.

On the 7th, he finally ejaculated during Sofia's struggle. He also pulled out his penis, took the empty cardboard box that had just been placed in the ice cream, and ejaculated the semen inside, then poured the semen on Sofia's face and applied it to a dishwashing towel.

The strong disgust made Sofia shake his head. No. 7 held Sofia's head with both hands, and No. 9 carefully applied it as if he was afraid of wasting precious paint. Until Sofia's face was covered with his semen, he stopped satisfied. The two of them stepped back and looked at Sofia who was ravaged by themselves, as satisfied as Michelangelo who had completed the Sistine vault oil painting.

Do you know, man, you go get the camera, we have to give this girl a close-up.His grandfather's lungs would explode when he received these photos.