Drifting Towards You

Rong Chen stood in front of the door and didn't move, Jun frowned.

Taking a step forward, he grabbed his wrist and pulled him in: "You are so shy, how can you...?"

After that, he kicked up the door.

Rong Chen raised his eyebrows, and before he could react, a soft body plunged into his arms in the next instant.

He staggered two steps and hit the switch on the wall.

The lights in the room ‘pop’, they all went out.

Jun raised his hand and pulled the straps around his waist, and the silk nightgown was half open in an instant, and the woman's snow-white carcass and curves were looming in the moonlight, a little dazzling.

Jun put his arms around Rong Chen's neck, raised his head and kissed him.

It's just that this man is really tall... she was struggling on tiptoe.

Rong Chen turned his head to avoid it, and her kiss fell on his cheek.

Rong Chen frowned, and squeezed her wrist with one hand and said solemnly, "It's you."

Seeing him holding on to him, Jun frowned and leaned forward. The woman's soft body was pressed against his chest through the shirt, and Rong Chen's eyes darkened a bit.

Jun took his other hand and pulled on his buttons.

The shirt was pulled out, pleats creases under the woman's hands.

Because Rong Chen didn't cooperate, Jun simply kissed his Adam's apple directly, with a soft tongue sticking out on it, licking and kissing, extremely green.

Rong Chen twisted his eyebrows and pushed her away.

Tugged her wrist and threw the person onto the bed.

Jun was a little dazed by being thrown away, and fell on the bed for a while.

Rong Chen said with a calm face: "What are you doing?"

Jun's anger also came up, and he stood up from the ground with a rub, "Are you going to do it?"

Rong Chen looked at her quietly without speaking.

Jun Yi panted hard, as if thinking of something, digging out a stack of Grandpa Zi Mao out of his bag, then grabbed Rong Chen's hand and patted him: "Let's do it now."

Rong Chen looked at Grandpa Mao in his hand, 10,000 yuan.

Jun had raised an eyebrow at him.

Rong Chen said slowly: "I usually start at 100,000."

Jun was stunned for a while: "So... so expensive?"

"No way, the technique is good." Rong Chen said slowly.

Jun frowned and stretched out his hand to take the money in Rong Chen's hand: "Then I won't look for you, you can go..."

Rong Chen raised his hand backwards, but she didn't let her succeed.

Jun took a tiptoe to grab: "What are you doing? I don't do it, you pay me the money."

Rong Chen avoided her, put the money directly into his trouser pocket, leaned slightly, looked at Jun’s puffed little face and slowly said, “I’m expensive to play, you can’t let me run empty Let's take a trip."

There was a faint smell of alcohol on his body, and his breath was warm, scattered on her face.

Jun's face flushed uncontrollably, and he staggered back two steps.

After that, Rong Chen got up and said, "Since I don't need special services, I will leave first."

Jun finally came back to his senses, and stomped his feet bitterly: "Dead duck, you are too dark, and I didn't do anything, you just charge 10,000 yuan!"

Rong Chen ignored her and went straight out of the guest room.

He just closed the door, but he didn't leave, fearing that she was really going to call a duck again, so he stayed at the door.

The room was completely dark, and the whole world was quiet.

Jun had turned on the light, looked at the remaining Grandpa Mao in his bag, his eyes flushed with anger.

After a while, she lay on the bed and burst into tears: "Even a duck bullies me... asshole... bastard! Oh woo... why even a duck bullies me..."