High Society [Part I]

6 Desire

After a few days, Han Cheng changed to a new car, still silver, he leaned next to the car and lowered his head and slowly tapped his fingers on the window, looking like he had been waiting for a long time.

The first meeting between Han Cheng and Tang Weijun was not pleasant, because Tang Weijun protected Shen Dongzhi.

No matter how calm and smart Shen Dongzhi is, he is very stubborn and stodgy and regards Shen Dongzhi as an object to protect, and his intuition tells him that Han Cheng is a dangerous person.

"This is Mr. Tang, hello, Han Cheng"

"Hello, Tang Weijun" 

The hands of the two men were clasped tightly, less like a greeting and more like a contest.

Originally, Han Cheng's plan was to continue that beautiful shower with Shen Dongzhi, but now it seems that it is not possible.

On the way back, Han Cheng opened the window, the cool wind blew in, and he controlled the steering wheel with one hand, feeling a little faintly worried.

According to his previous investigation, almost all of the original fraud case was planned by Shen Dongzhi, and Tang Weijun was an errand-runner, and now seeing Tang Weijun's unusual protection, Han Cheng was inevitably a little worried.

A sharp blade is best a lone knife, if the blade has friends, it is not so easy to control, and if it is not used well, it will hurt itself.

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After sending Han Cheng away, Shen Dongzhi hung the clothes he bought today to Tang Weijun one by one in the closet, and looked back to see that Tang Weijun had just returned from the fitness room on the third floor.

He is naked with his upper body, his upper abs are firm and firm, and he wears only a pair of black sports shorts on his lower body, and his strong calves are also covered with strong hair.

Different from the general aesthetic of dressing thin and undressed, Tang Weijun is a real man in the muscles, and the man's rough, sharp, and powerful heavenly surname is fully revealed by him.

"Hang up your clothes, go to bed early after taking a shower" 

When the words fell, the two passed by, and Tang Weijun slightly turned sideways to cover his crotch.

——Men's habits, he sports shorts in a vacuum, choked will be particularly spectacular.

Back in the bedroom, Shen Dongzhi turned on the air conditioner and lay on the bed, the cool breeze from the air conditioner made her more comfortable, but the heat flow in her lower abdomen did not go down, and the bathroom surname love that was not finished that day really aroused her hopes.

Men have hopes, women have hopes, and sometimes women's hopes are stronger than men's.

The same is to release pleasure, the man's wading only lasts a few seconds, but the woman's ridicule can go up for ten seconds.

Shen Dongzhi felt that in fact, in the harmonious surname love, women are happier and more enjoyable than men.

When the brain is filled with Yuwang, people can come up with many things that they usually don't do, just like now, Shen Dongzhi is thinking, what will happen if Tang Weijun stuffs his inner shin into his little corpse?

After living together for so many years, Shen Dongzhi has never seen Tang Weijun's guy, but he has seen him vacuum shorts too many times, just like just now.

Shen Dongzhi can be sure that his things must be long enough, and they are particularly thick, and the green tendons on them are even more hideous, if he goes in, he will definitely fill her up, right?

There were no gaps, no folds, and the whole small body was filled with his surname vessel, and even the water inside was blocked so that it could not flow out.

It is said that 8o% of women have fantasized about being raped and ridiculed, and it is not a big deal for her to fantasize about a strong man who is not really related by blood under the drive of pure hope.

Brain replenishing Tang Weijun's thick inner shin, Shen Dongzhi covered his hole room with one hand, grabbed the hole through the thin pajamas and kneaded and scraped, and reached into the lace panties with the other hand to soothe the empty little body.

The sensitive tip of the hole quickly stands up under the stimulation of the finger, and the head of the hole swells, holding up an ambiguous bump on the pajamas.

The enchanting body rose and fell uncontrollably, Shen Dongzhi first rubbed his fingers with his pubia for a while, and only when honey came out of the small mouth did he put his fingers into the shallow twitching.

At this moment, for some reason, she suddenly thought of Tang Weijun's tongue again, for women, the pleasure brought by licking is sometimes more intense.

Tang Weijun's tongue must be the same as his people, thick, broad, moist, and flexible and powerful.

The big wet tongue was covered with rough particles, brushed over her little body, and pulled out the delicate transparent brushing, causing her to gasp and tremble.

Immersed in such a fantasy, Shen Dongzhi's little body became more and more itchy, and her honey armpits kept flowing out from the mouth of the inner hole, and she trembled softly, biting her lip and moaning.

"Hmm... Well...... Yes...... Hmm..."

As she dug in the small body, her face was already full of affectionate mockery, her nightdress was completely pulled to her waist, honey armpits flowed all over her hands, and there was a seductive sound of water between her legs.

Finally, when thinking about Tang Weijun holding the clitoris in his mouth and sucking it fiercely, Shen Dongzhi slammed his fingers into the wet little body, and the tender white hole was also exposed from between his fingers because of excessive force.

"Ah——!"

With this slightly high-pitched moan, Shen Dongzhi tensed his legs and raised his crotch, his whole body trembled like a sieve, and the transparent honey armpit erupted violently from the twitching inner hole, making the lace panties soaked, and the water could be wrung out with a twist.

After lying on the bed for a while to calm his breathing, Shen Dongzhi got up from the bed and went to take a shower, and threw his soaked underwear in Yilou.

At the same time, Tang Weijun had just finished taking a bath and was lying on the bed, and a black bag was placed on his bedside table, which he had stored in the safe before he was imprisoned, and he only retrieved it today.

I took a file bag out of my bag and opened it to see a well-preserved will.

Opening the first page of the will, Tang Weijun's gaze fell on the name on it, and his thoughts slowly returned to more than ten years ago.