Incredible couple

Fang is not pleasing to the eye, it is the first time that the airport has become so... swords and swords, and it is rare to be clean, because many people have left wisely.

When the two men got off the plane under the eyes of all the people, people from the two companies immediately swarmed up, like a paparazzi seeing a big star.

22 about body cleansing

"Mr. Adrian, you really surprised me." Ivan, the president of the capital, Bolun, couldn't hide the joy on his face. In his opinion, Byron was like a miracle. This is a superhuman mercenary worth cultivating. . "Can I call you 'Mr. Superman,'" he joked.

"I never wear my underwear outside." Byron said happily, returning to his hometown made him feel extremely relieved.

"Hehe, is this your pet?" Ivan looked at the sea eagle on his shoulder.

"Yes, its name is Buck, and it doesn't listen to me at all." Byron said, took out half of the chip from his pocket, and threw it over, "This is the result of the mission."

Although he was a little interested in the big bird, Ivan didn't say anything. He held the half chip, and turned his head to see the person from the rival company holding the half chip. Put the cover of "lingering ghosts" on the other party's face in my heart.

"I don't want to receive the news that 'this task is not completed' in the future." Byron still maintained a smiling face but said firmly, "After all, I have experienced a lot for this..." He tilted his head slightly, "Finally It's the bastard that's giving you headaches."

Of course Aiwen knew who he was referring to. Shuhua seemed to be on Boren. As soon as they assigned Iceman to a big task, the other party would let Burning Man perform the same task.Ai Wen and the people in power at the head were itching their teeth with hatred, and thoroughly checked the internal personnel again and again, uncovering many undercover agents.

"We will try our best to fight for your best interests." Ivan said seriously.

"Okay." Byron started striding out of the airport with confidence, turning his head and telling him, "I want to sleep well for a whole month, and don't bother me no matter what happens during this time, remember, it's 'no matter what's going on." Anything', even if the sky falls." He had no scruples in talking with people from the current company in front of his former company.

"Of course, you can take a good rest." Ivan nodded.

Byron was very satisfied, just in time to see Joyce striding out, and Mai Lin, the president of Shuhua Capital Branch, walked ahead neatly and opened the door of a suspension car for him.When passing by Iceman, Pyro said "Fuckyou" in his ear, his unabashed provocative tone and volume made the surrounding atmosphere suddenly tense, while Pyro ignored everyone and freely Got into the car.

Aiwen's face was ugly, after all, Joyce was once the leader of the assassination team under Boren.

"What a hot beauty." Byron said with a smile, looking at him, "Take back what you just said, and don't bother me with anything, unless it's related to that guy." He emphasized, "Except sleeping Dajue, my number one goal in the near future is to fuck Joseph's ass."

The Iceman looked calm on the surface, but when he said this, he said this in a tone that he hated someone deeply and wanted to scratch his skin.

"Okay, fine," said the man next to him.

Byron found that his expression was a bit wrong. Although Ivan was well disguised, there was a trace of negative emotion in his eyes that could not be concealed. Byron looked at him twice more with interest.

Although it was meant to sleep for a long time, who could really sleep for a month? Naturally, Byron did not have that kind of supernatural power, so he woke up naturally after three days of deep sleep.What followed was a series of cleaning procedures that were cumbersome to the extreme but never made people feel impatient. He came to the most professional beauty salon in the capital, chose to clean manually, and handed himself, Hogan and Buck all over to all kinds of beauty salons. All kinds of beauties.

They are all absolutely professional, with a pair of soft, boneless hands with slender knuckles. When one of them sits on your crotch, presses your buttocks against your lifeline through tight pants, and gently massages you with both hands You'll feel like you're in heaven when your body is somewhere and your boobs are rippling in front of your eyes.And if that's not your thing, there are dudes, shemales to choose from, and they all wear leotards.

As long as you can afford the expensive service charge.

However, it must be noted that this is a beauty parlor and not a brothel. Which one you fancy, you can ask him/her for a contact number, and it is forbidden to solve it on the spot.

Byron used to come here often to hunt for sex, and now he came with his son and a non-human.Hogan will always become more and more mature (thinking). As a father, he is obliged to teach things in advance that he will inevitably come into contact with, and Buck...he can't treat it differently. Robots can enjoy it, why can't it?

"Can I save your contact number, Mr. Lux?" the sexy masseuse in a blue and white striped bodysuit asked politely with a smile while massaging her back, her collar was opened so low that Byron could see her No corset was worn underneath.

The Iceman looked at her playfully, and suddenly stretched out his hand to pinch her chin. "My name is not Mr. Lishi." He smiled slightly and said, "You are new here."

The masseuse was stunned, and stroked the place touched just now with one hand as if aftertaste, there was a weird coolness there, and she even touched something like frost.

Could it be that she had misjudged that the person in front of her was actually an Iceman?

"Sorry, I've never seen it before..." She tried to apologize. If a beautiful iceman is mistaken for a muscular strength user, he will definitely be upset. The beautiful... the iceman with icy muscles and bones...

"I don't mind at all," said the Iceman cheerfully.

It was followed by a long period of silence. The masseuse secretly and curiously looked at the muscular Iceman while he was working, and the Iceman generously let her look at him, showing no interest in bringing up the topic of "contact number" again.

Once Joyce knew that he had left his contact number outside, he would be furious. He complied with it because he loved his wife, and he was not strict with his wife.

"Hmm..." Byron suddenly asked, "Can you tell me what an enema tastes like? Every time I choose to clean my whole body, I always have to explain that the anus and intestines are not included, which makes me feel weird."

Go out in the morning and come home in the middle of the night.

Byron was a regular visitor there, so the request to clean the Rubik's Cube and Seahawks was well carried out. Hogan was surrounded by slightly damp cotton swabs and women's silky hands all day, and he has been afraid to move or make a sound. , it had been a boring and scary day for him, and the sea eagle's feathers had been cleaned and extra fluffy, much to Hogan's delight.

Byron noticed from a distance that the lights in his room were on, and they had been turned off before he went out. He raised his eyebrows indifferently, opened the door leisurely, entered the room, and then went upstairs.

The uninvited intruder was Joyce, whom he hadn't seen for a few days, and now he was reclining on Byron's bed watching TV.

"It's too late." He said in the tone of a wife who was squatting at home to watch over her husband who came home late for some reason, with an unhappy expression on his face.

"Is there something wrong?" Byron asked, placing the Rubik's Cube on the ground and letting it move freely.

Hogan and Haiying ran out—the seahawk's wings spread a full two meters, and it was unrealistic to fly indoors.

"Fuck you," Joyce said.

"Hey, you've been in the limelight a few days ago." Byron scolded, obviously still unhappy about the "Fuckyou" that was said for no reason in front of everyone at that time.

Joyce smiled. He was excited when he got off the plane, although he didn't show it at the time.The familiar atmosphere of the mainland and the sense of security away from the sea made his spirit and body full in an instant, and he couldn't wait to vent, so he blurted out.

Completely careless, Pyro didn't think he was responsible for it.

23 Let's use our hands

Byron glared at him unhappily, took off his jacket and trousers, and got into bed. Joyce smelled his fragrance, and his smile disappeared instantly. He frowned and asked unhappily, "Where did you go just now?"

"Whole body clean," Byron replied, "all day."

"Will the Unknown Prophet wash and wait for me?" Joyce suddenly became relaxed again, wrapped his arms around the other's neck, and twisted Byron's head forcefully.

"Don't seduce me." Byron looked away from the screen mounted on the wall, and met Joyce's fiery eyes, "Before you don't want to be fucked by me."

"Can this matter only be solved with the butt?"

"No, there are many ways other than the butt. We have tried using our hands." Byron said, "But every time you can't control it." Somewhere uncontrollable, a fire, or a body, made him scramble. Putting out the fire, he has no interest afterwards, and he has no hope for Joyce's proposal.

"Since this is the case, you shouldn't even want to fuck me, because then I will be even more out of control."

"If you're willing to contribute ass, then I'm willing to risk that much." The risk of becoming a sausage, look how much he sacrificed, why is Joyce just not moved.

Joyce stopped talking, but responded directly with actions. He raised his head and sprayed the hot and humid breath on the other person's face.

"I'm serious, don't seduce me." Byron warned sternly, he knew for a while that neither of the two parties would want to be there again, so the two of them would inevitably have a big quarrel, and the emotional rift would be even bigger. He didn't want so.

The moment the words fell, his lips were blocked by another person's lips. Byron still had a little sense but couldn't shake his lover's temptation to him. The lips of the two stuck together like glue.

Nice wet kiss.

"Well, what you want to do." After parting his lips, Byron stared at Joyce and said, "You must listen to me." His hand