Bi-xenon headlights shine the road sharply.
There are not many vehicles on the road.
This is the suburb of Songshan District, Shanghai, with wide roads and quietness.
If you stay away from the center of Shanghai, you can quickly feel the unique tranquility of Shanghai's suburbs.
For Shanghai, the city never sleeps is always its appearance.
Its huge appearance is more lurking in a kind of tranquility and tranquility.
Just like in the center of Shanghai, if you deviate a little bit of the central road, you will be dominated by a kind of cold loneliness.
Meng Wangda drove the BMW and plunged into half of the body of an unknown town. When he realized that there was an unsuitable excitement in front of him, he stopped the speed of the car and fell back with difficulty.
He could sense a cold smile on Luo Keke's face beside him.
The more she felt that she was disgusted with her, the more nervous Meng Wangda was and her movements were disempowered.
Fortunately, the BMW motor has a very powerful bearing capacity. During the speed of rising and falling, it always maintains a complete and symmetrical breathing sound, without any breathing sound of the earth shaking.
Meng Wangda felt more and more Luo Keke's coldness and rejection.
Almost every time I call Luo Keke, I hear her cold voice, and the intoxicating giggle that she used to be can no longer hear.
Meng Wangda realized that this woman wanted to retreat.
He also tried hard to convince himself in his heart to give up this woman, but he felt that his feelings were difficult to get over. Once the fire of lust was not continued in the form of desire, it turned into a fire of jealousy.
His mind was filled with the crazy enthusiasm of this woman.
The lustful days that were once together made him intoxicated.
He never realized that the crazy enthusiasm of a woman could bring him a kind of drunken pleasure.
When he was in school, he was exposed to some young girls, and those girls did not favor him.
Later, some of the women he met in society were exchanged for money during the show, and there was no fun at all.
The passionate performances on the set are almost done in a ignorant way, and there is almost no private and pleasant experience.
The unique rich feelings of mature women mixed with Luo Keke's body made him fall into a whirlpool like intoxication.
He once saw this in the "Love Sutra" written by a Roman philosopher, and those immature girls had no fun at all, and the ones worth looking for were women over thirty-five years old.
Luo Keke fully proved this truth.
When she was scattered on the bed and hugged her in his arms, she was like swaying willow branches gently, comforting every pore in his body. Perhaps only a mature woman knew that every secret of a man could touch her.
She refused every request from him.
When he came to her house, he did not have a strong tendency to have sex with her at the beginning, but Rococo knew how to snuggle himself up to him, or deliberately put his feet in his arms, or tweak his cheeks with his hair, so that he always started with the initial tickling commotion and pressed her on the bed.
This formed a tacit understanding.
Although he could subconsciously foresee that this woman was the same for other men, his possession at this moment made him forget himself and felt that the present that he could get her was his greatest pleasure.
However, when all this feast of the Manchu and Han banquet was replaced by monotonous and indifferent snacks, Meng Wangda's psychological expectations began to roar with a roar.
He greedily longed for her to continue to be as enthusiastic as he began. Whenever there was a cooling down, he would be harsh on her, and that unbearable jealousy tormented her.
Even he hated her for her relationship with the man she belonged to.
The more he made harsh demands on her, the weaker the enthusiasm of a woman.
Meng Wangda could clearly feel that since he went to the hospital to follow Luo Keke that time, this woman has taken a lip service to him.
A strong sense of frustration hit him and made him restless.
Lust is like opium, which can make people addicted. It will always occur unconsciously at a specific time, and it will hit your heart at the same moment when you have had a secret love life in the past.
When they were on the lights, they were silent in the dark room, touching each other's naked body, and in the drizzle of drizzle, they also caused a storm of contempt for everything.
And in this case, once it reappears again, it is most likely to disturb the softness of the heart.
Whenever night falls or when drizzle is wet, Meng Wangda is so troubled by the addiction of lust that she is running wildly and is eager to indulge in the bed.
But Luo Keke never gave him any chance. After a long period of fermentation, the accumulated lust turned into a strong hatred, and this hatred originating from lust is as crazy and strong as lust itself.
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There are not many vehicles on the road.
This is the suburb of Songshan District, Shanghai, with wide roads and quietness.
If you stay away from the center of Shanghai, you can quickly feel the unique tranquility of Shanghai's suburbs.
For Shanghai, the city never sleeps is always its appearance.
Its huge appearance is more lurking in a kind of tranquility and tranquility.
Just like in the center of Shanghai, if you deviate a little bit of the central road, you will be dominated by a kind of cold loneliness.
Meng Wangda drove the BMW and plunged into half of the body of an unknown town. When he realized that there was an unsuitable excitement in front of him, he stopped the speed of the car and fell back with difficulty.
He could sense a cold smile on Luo Keke's face beside him.
The more she felt that she was disgusted with her, the more nervous Meng Wangda was and her movements were disempowered.
Fortunately, the BMW motor has a very powerful bearing capacity. During the speed of rising and falling, it always maintains a complete and symmetrical breathing sound, without any breathing sound of the earth shaking.
Meng Wangda felt more and more Luo Keke's coldness and rejection.
Almost every time I call Luo Keke, I hear her cold voice, and the intoxicating giggle that she used to be can no longer hear.
Meng Wangda realized that this woman wanted to retreat.
He also tried hard to convince himself in his heart to give up this woman, but he felt that his feelings were difficult to get over. Once the fire of lust was not continued in the form of desire, it turned into a fire of jealousy.
His mind was filled with the crazy enthusiasm of this woman.
The lustful days that were once together made him intoxicated.
He never realized that the crazy enthusiasm of a woman could bring him a kind of drunken pleasure.
When he was in school, he was exposed to some young girls, and those girls did not favor him.
Later, some of the women he met in society were exchanged for money during the show, and there was no fun at all.
The passionate performances on the set are almost done in a ignorant way, and there is almost no private and pleasant experience.
The unique rich feelings of mature women mixed with Luo Keke's body made him fall into a whirlpool like intoxication.
He once saw this in the "Love Sutra" written by a Roman philosopher, and those immature girls had no fun at all, and the ones worth looking for were women over thirty-five years old.
Luo Keke fully proved this truth.
When she was scattered on the bed and hugged her in his arms, she was like swaying willow branches gently, comforting every pore in his body. Perhaps only a mature woman knew that every secret of a man could touch her.
She refused every request from him.
When he came to her house, he did not have a strong tendency to have sex with her at the beginning, but Rococo knew how to snuggle himself up to him, or deliberately put his feet in his arms, or tweak his cheeks with his hair, so that he always started with the initial tickling commotion and pressed her on the bed.
This formed a tacit understanding.
Although he could subconsciously foresee that this woman was the same for other men, his possession at this moment made him forget himself and felt that the present that he could get her was his greatest pleasure.
However, when all this feast of the Manchu and Han banquet was replaced by monotonous and indifferent snacks, Meng Wangda's psychological expectations began to roar with a roar.
He greedily longed for her to continue to be as enthusiastic as he began. Whenever there was a cooling down, he would be harsh on her, and that unbearable jealousy tormented her.
Even he hated her for her relationship with the man she belonged to.
The more he made harsh demands on her, the weaker the enthusiasm of a woman.
Meng Wangda could clearly feel that since he went to the hospital to follow Luo Keke that time, this woman has taken a lip service to him.
A strong sense of frustration hit him and made him restless.
Lust is like opium, which can make people addicted. It will always occur unconsciously at a specific time, and it will hit your heart at the same moment when you have had a secret love life in the past.
When they were on the lights, they were silent in the dark room, touching each other's naked body, and in the drizzle of drizzle, they also caused a storm of contempt for everything.
And in this case, once it reappears again, it is most likely to disturb the softness of the heart.
Whenever night falls or when drizzle is wet, Meng Wangda is so troubled by the addiction of lust that she is running wildly and is eager to indulge in the bed.
But Luo Keke never gave him any chance. After a long period of fermentation, the accumulated lust turned into a strong hatred, and this hatred originating from lust is as crazy and strong as lust itself.
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