Chapter 590 Eat tofu with justification

PS: Today, just ask for a monthly ticket!

Looking at Sophie Marceau, who was full of jade on his side, the playboy suddenly realized everything before, that is, the two people have different understandings of massage. His so-called massage is to wear clothes, but what Sophie Marceau understands is the real massage, which needs to take off everything.

Originally, Sophie Marceau was wary of him. When she heard that he was here to give her a massage, she knew what she thought with her knees. Moreover, this excuse seemed to be too bad and too direct. Perhaps, the playboy's casual talk about life and ideals is in line with the expectations of the beauty.

Fortunately, the beauty really didn't feel bad about him, otherwise she would have pry at him in the face and then closed the door with a bang.

Later, the playboy's performance reassured the beauty, and she was moved, just like a playboy wanted to chat with the beauty. She also wanted to find someone to pass the time. In front of her, she was a super charming man who could massage.

However, as Sophie Marceau herself said, she really can't resist the attraction of the playboy. So, since it's a massage or a massage with naked clothes, it's too easy for something to happen at that time, and it's even a little natural.

But Sophie Marceau didn't want to give the playboy a hand so easily at this time, or she was not ready. At least it was like the proposition of the heart and body just mentioned. At that time, even if she was bullied by the playboy, she also had a consolation about the heart. In short, everything is a playboy. It's wrong. She's just a victim.

This is a typical ostrich mentality or the idea of being cheap and obedient. It can be said that she is extremely refined. However, she is a woman. Her heart is free, and everything is left to the control of the playboy. As long as the playboy is a little shameful, she will still lose her wife and soldiers. She is unlikely that she will not really do it in the future. Playboy, the woman who has fallen into one foot, how can she pull it out so easily? Playboy is really not an annoying guy!

Thinking about her slightly trembling voice, she was obviously a little nervous. However, last time I accidentally showed it to him. This time, she took the initiative to take off her naked. Although it was also because of the massage, the two were a little ambiguous. Now they are staying in the same room and still having a massage of stripping their clothes. Can Sophie Marceau's heart not be pounding!

In the face of a beautiful woman who is almost a lamb to be slaughtered, thinking about the trap she deliberately set for him before, she smiled slightly, not a bitter smile, very relaxed. He would never tell the beauty that his massage could be without taking off his clothes. Of course, it must be better to take it off.

He was about to start, but the beauty was because he was impatient, or panicked. He turned back and stared at him vigorously, with a delicate red on his face. She scolded, "What are you looking at? Haven't I shown it to you last time?"

The playboy finally smiled brightly, dazzled the beauty's eyes, and his heart beat faster. "I didn't understand it last time. I naturally have to see it clearly this opportunity, but I'm afraid that I don't think it's enough to look at it every day, because it's too beautiful."

Hearing the familiar rhetoric of the playboy, Sophie Marceau immediately eased her nervousness and shyness at the beginning, and slowly disappeared. She turned her head sideways and giggled, "Really, I don't believe what you said?" He curled his lips and pinched the playboy's hand. "I don't have a fat as big as Jennifer, and my breasts are not big. These are your men's favorites..."

He turned his head again, and even his body turned up a little, revealing his snow-white and small breasts. He was not afraid that he would see it. "Isn't the Barbara in your house like that? Her breasts and buttocks are super large, her small waist is so small, and her face is so beautiful and her legs are so long. We all say that if she joins this circle, she will definitely She is a popular fan. No wonder they all say that she is the one you like the most.

He sighed again, "She is really enviable. She has a good family background, her physical condition is so good, and some people love her so much..."

Playboy is so embarrassed. At this time, it's really terrible to talk about Barbara. Just shut up, pick up one of her long legs and put them on her thighs, put your fingers on her toes, and slowly press them.

This is a pure massage that is beneficial to the body, and even dredges the body's qi and blood. Of course, it is slight. It will only feel comfortable and not painful. As for the secret skill that makes women happy, since it is a massage, he really didn't plan to use it, although he also evilly thought about starting the girl's fire. Come on, finally take the initiative to eat him.

Sophie Marceau experienced the feeling of relaxing and comforting the whole body at the first time. It was so beautiful that she couldn't help but whisper and praised the playboy, "It's really great," and hummed, "But you have been hiding for so long to serve me. It's really stingy."

Seeing that she finally changed the topic, the playboy came back to life again. Hehe, he was happy, "Honey, this is a unique skill that can't be used casually," she squeezed her big toe and shook it gently. Another different feeling, as if her muscles and bones were crisp, surged into Sophie Marceau's mind, making her unable to suppress it again. Voice, "What's more, if I massage you every day and you get up every day, everyone's hearts will be unbalanced these days. I think you are lazy."

"Well, you just don't want me to live a more comfortable life than you, you bastard," Sophie Marceau seemed to fall in love with a playboy, enjoying a super massage while humming comfortably, but she didn't forget to talk. "I didn't expect your heart to be so dark. It's really good luck. OK, I know now, or I will lie to you.

"I have more dark things that you don't understand." The playboy's hand was pressed on the belly of the big beauty's calves like playing the piano, which gave the great beauty an intoxicating feeling. He smiled and said, "Do you think about staying with me and understand all these things? At that time, you will be the person who knows me the most in the world."

Massage, of course, you have to slowly press all over the body, but the beauty actually took off. This is a benefit that the playboy has never thought of before. When he sees it, he presses under the upturned buttocks. Looking at the covered white bath towel, the playboy is entangled again. His heart is struggling to uncover it, or just cover it. Press.

However, his heart is still entangled, but his hands are not entangled. It seems that the clouds are light and the wind is light, and he naturally lifts the bath towel. It seems that he is driven by his lower body at this moment, and there is no meaning of head control at all.

Although the buttocks under the bath towel are not big, they are tight and upturned. You can also see the small fluff popping up from the closed honey. The sudden impact made the playboy a shameful tribute.

A man would probably be like this. The playboy didn't feel anything shameful. His hands were covered his buttocks without hesitation. He rubbed and slowly. While massaging, he also played very happily. At this time, Sophie Marceau, who didn't speak after lifting the bath towel for the playboy, also moaned three times and listened carefully. Some gentle and charming, which is different from the previous one.

Playboy has also seen how the horse kills the chicken in the action movie. In a surging mood, he can't help but be a little ashamed. When he grabbed the two buttocks to play, he deliberately pulled it apart and looked through the beauty unscrupulously. Even his hands slid to the vicinity of the most ** place and gently pressed it. Yes.

Of course, according to the normal horse killing chickens, there is no profaneity. This is the case in the first place, but there is no such thing in the playboy. Sophie Marceau naturally doesn't know when he plays like this.

However, the feeling conveyed to her mind is very clear. Although the playboy did not use the secret skill of teasing women, that place was originally **. She had some affection for the playboy, and his hands were kneaded and pinched there. How could she not feel it?

She has been able to clearly feel the changes in her body. The tide has risen below. There is no need to guess, she knows that the playboy has also seen it. Although they are all adults, it is still a shameful situation. She spat, her voice is greasy and charming, and her face is already red, and she dares not look back at him. "You You bastard, why do you always press there? You have to remember what you promised me before.

The playboy looked at the beauty's physical changes, and his heart was also boiling. However, he hadn't finished his work yet. He couldn't give up halfway. Moreover, now he flirted like this and ate all the tofu by the way. Hey hey, he was happy, "Honey, this is obviously normal, but It's just that you are too **." Then clapped his hands and said, "Well, since you have a problem, I'll continue."

When Sophie Marceau put the playboy's hand on her waist, she was relieved. The feeling of shame just now was still there, but the playboy was right. He really didn't take advantage of her. Otherwise, if he saw her physical reaction just now, if he took the opportunity to do something, she would definitely be hot immediately. The response of love.

It's rare for a man to be able to control himself like him. Although she just said that her body is not very beautiful, it's just a woman's lie. How can a great beauty be arrogant? She absolutely believes that when she lies in front of a man, it can be said that no one can If she hadn't seen this bad guy as strong as before, she would have doubted whether he had a physical problem.

A moment of shame passed. Sophie Marceau lay on her stomach so obediently and enjoyed the super enjoyment brought to her by Playboy. The cells of her body were singing. It was really beautiful to the extreme. It was similar to reaching the extreme when doing something bad, but it was Different feelings.

After a little silence for about ten minutes, Sophie Marceau turned her head and looked at the playboy sitting on her head, and suddenly asked, "Don't you press it?" Playboy was stunned and nodded, "If you insist, I will definitely listen to you."

The beauty asked this because she was going to turn over. It was just a little better. If she wanted to turn over now, everything would really be exposed in his eyes. Although she had shown it to him, she still felt ashamed now.

After asking, looking at the playboy's sincere eyes, he is still very honest, beyond her imagination, biting his lip and pinching him, "Okay, let you see it well enough, you hateful guy."

With that, he took the initiative to flip his body and completely presented the delicate front in front of the playboy. He hummed, as if to hide his embarrassment, and he didn't even dare to look into his eyes. "I remember that you took advantage of me twice, and I will pay you back then."

Exquisite to perfect face, slender, well-proportioned and graceful body, tight and plump long legs, small and beautiful breasts, pink agate on the top of the chest is larger than that of ordinary European and American women, and it is also upturned up, looking cute.

"Is it good?" For the playboy looking at her body unscrupulously, Sophie Marceau was not angry, but a little happy. She grabbed his hand and twisted it again, which made the playboy wake up a lot in an instant and replied sincerely, "It's beautiful, just as perfect as a most beautiful work of art."

This is false, but listening to the comfort, Sophie Marceau giggled and gave him a blank look, "You are a big liar, a super liar who specializes in coaxing women."

Playboy finally remembered what he was doing here. He gently pressed his hands on the forehead of the beauty and looked at her condescendingly. He laughed, "I'm an honest man. I never tell lies, especially not to women. Didn't you just say it? My promise is worth your trust."

Sophie Maso hummed and curled her lips, "Well, you said you love me and said that my body is beautiful. So, tell me, what do you love about me and how beautiful my body is?"

This problem is not difficult for the playboy. He gently massaged her jade-like neck with his hands, lowered his head, leaned close to her face, and stared into her eyes. "I like your independence, intelligence, self-confidence and persistence." Finally, the hand was put on her face dishonestly. This time it was not a massage. From the eyebrows, she slowly slid infatuated with her facial features. "I also like this delicate eyebrows, charming eyes, straight nose bridge, delicate red lips, I like everything about you..."

Sophie Marceau finally coaxed the playboy, and her eyes were a little confused, but she woke up quickly and grabbed his hand and took a bite. "You guy, don't lie anymore. Give me a massage honestly."

Once again, her heart was disturbed, which made her slowly fall into it. The playboy was proud and happy. Looking at the small and cute chest in front of him, it seemed that he had pressed down the place, and naturally stretched out his hand to grab it.

By the way, this way of eating tofu is really cool!

(to be continued)