The wanton life of a certain beauty

How to do?

How to do?

In the room, at this moment, sweating profusely, Wesley, who has just regained his confidence after a month, once again seems to have become the same person a month ago who dared not even say anything even with a cuckold on his head. Wesley's gone.

no way.

After all, Wesley is a quickie, not a graduate. Any ordinary person who is not frightened to death when he finds out that he is being cared for like this by a special police officer can already be regarded as Wesley's progress.

Not to mention, the police department already knew Wesley's name.

This is what caused Wesley's complete breakdown.

next second!

Damn Tyrone!

Fake squid!

Yes.

At this moment, the name of Eddie Tyrone, disguised by Booker, suddenly appeared in Wesley's mind. In an instant, Wesley seemed to have gained some kind of catharsis. Endless and endless greetings were given to Eddie Tyrone.

In a word.

If it weren't for Eddie Tyrone's rash actions, would he be in the situation he is in now?

damn it.

Wesley may not have the courage to grudge the New York Police Department that surrounds him at this moment, but he still dares to grudge Eddie Tyrone, not to mention that this Eddie Tyrone seemed to want to rob him as soon as he appeared. woman.

but……

No matter what you say now, you can't stop the passage of time.

Five seconds passed by in the blink of an eye.

"Load!"

The SWAT captain outside took a deep breath, then nodded to the team members on the left and right, taking the lead: "Dogs!"

at this time.

A voice came from inside the room.

"Don't shoot, I'm coming out!!!"

"Stop!"

Upon seeing this, the SWAT captain quickly raised his right hand into a fist to signal the team members to stop. Then, holding an assault rifle, he stared at the closed door 50 meters away with a vigilant look, and said loudly: "You have five seconds." time to come out.”

The words fall.

The closed safe house door slowly opened, and then, in the past five seconds, Wesley, who had been covered in sweat and even flushed, raised his hands in fear and slowly walked out. house.

Into the eye!

In front of them were more than 30 SWAT team members who were armed to the teeth. Above their heads were two armed helicopters hovering at low altitude. In the armed helicopters, two Gatling tubes were spinning quietly and peacefully, waiting quietly to roar. timing.

Wesley couldn't help but swallow.

next second.

Wesley suddenly let out a scream, and suddenly threw himself towards the floor in front of him. There was a pop, followed by a scream, and the sound of an incisor bursting out.

"do not move!"

The SWAT team member who just bent forward and subdued Wesley shouted loudly, then grabbed Wesley's arms and violently tied them together.

Wesley's face was ferocious and he screamed again.

Shet!

He felt like his arm was broken.

pity.

Wesley's protest got no response, just like he was expecting his goddess to save him again, but he didn't get any response, because his goddess, at this moment, was in a man's room.

"call!"

"call!"

"call!"

In the room of the Textile Factory Castle, Booker changed his posture to another one, and was sleeping soundly. The afternoon sun shining in from the window next to him did not affect the quality of Booker's sleep at all.

Standing by the bed, Firefox crossed his arms and stared expressionlessly at Booker, who had a jealous and indecent sleeping posture, and even had the potential to dominate the bed.

after awhile.

Fire Fox moved, took out the mineral water he had just grabbed from his arms, unscrewed it, walked to the bed, and then pointed the mineral water condescendingly at Booker below.

but……

At the moment when Firefox was about to ask Booker to get up, he was not very gentle.

Booker's call suddenly stopped and he said lightly: "I advise you not to fall."

Firefox's right hand stopped, and he straightened the mouth of the mineral water bottle. He looked at Booker, who still had his eyes closed, as if he was not surprised at all: "When did you wake up?"

"just."

Booker opened his eyes with a swish sound, staring at the fire fox who seemed to be standing above him, peering through the majestic mountain peaks at the face on the top of the mountain: "I wanted to wake up, but you came here."

Firefox lowered his head and looked at Booker, whose eyes were unblinking: "Why?"

Booker curled his lips and kept his eyes fixed: "Fortunately he didn't move, otherwise, he wouldn't have enjoyed such a beautiful scenery."

"..."

Firefox raised his eyebrows, watching Booker's increasingly wrathful gaze, closed the mineral water bottle, took a few steps back, and stared at Booker, who turned over and sat up from the bed.

Booker sat up from the bed, first put on his glasses, and then moved his arms.

"Crack!"

Along with Booker's movements, several crisp sounds came from his arms on both sides. He moved his neck. Booker laughed and looked at Firefox: "What brand of sleeping pills? It works well. I've been sleeping for a long time." , I have never had such a peaceful sleep.”

Unfortunately, I didn't sleep long enough.

Booker originally wanted to sleep from morning until tomorrow morning.

However, plans cannot keep up with changes.

As Booker spoke, he stretched and then began to take off his clothes.

Firefox, who was still in the room, just frowned when he saw this, but did not make any move.

Booker raised his head and glanced at Firefox. He seemed to have thought of something. He laughed, stood up, and took off his coat. With a click, the belt was untied, revealing the colorful but material underwear underneath.

Although he is wearing Tyrone's face now, it is only the face and Tyrone's physical qualities and skills. The rest, such as the body, are essentially Booker's own.

and so……

Booker doesn't know whether Tyrone is rich in capital, but his own capital is very strong. From his first girlfriend in high school to the most recent Vivian, they can all give him excellent proof.

shy?

A man with such a strong capital never knows how to write the word shy.

Especially in front of women!

In fact, in order to prevent Firefox from being shy, Booker even speeded up his pace. With three strokes, he had eight-pack abs, and the length that was enough to make people breathtaking just by hanging was unreservedly exposed. .

"How about it!"

Booker raised the corners of his mouth and looked at Firefox: "Are you satisfied?"

Firefox crossed his arms expressionlessly and stared at Booker, who was naked in front of him, without saying a word.

Booker smiled.

next second.

Bang!

The door was knocked open.

It's a pharmacist!

……