Passion Bed Sergeant Daychi
A..Forgive me. Daddy's!

The sweat was still soaking into the bodies of the two of them even the scent of the body was mixed to shake the hot bed that had instantly tempered the atmosphere in the room.

Daychi was made unable to stop pumping hard with one hand pulling Whuang's long hair who was groaning freely with him. The woman asked to stop because the core part was already very painful because Daychi played rough. However, he was unable to resist every blow of power that unsheathed in the valley of pleasure that had been torn apart by the sacred heirloom of the Dragon Sergeant.

"L..Lien m..mmma.akss!!"

Whuang murmured slurfully clutching the burly arm that was pulling her hair to deepen the beat. This man as if his loyalty riding from behind made Whuang feel like bouncy with every savage game.

"Shit!!" daychi felt that he would again reach the top of nirvana with Whuang who was suffocating as Daychi accelerated, not even letting him breathe calmly.

"L..Yummm!!!!"

"K..You're.."

Daychi switched to gripping Whuang's waist with both hands to accelerate the rain that had been as close as possible to the end making the two grinned to feel there would be another explosion that would occur until...

"Aakhhss!!!"

Daychi's last powerful stomp made his second groan escape with Whuang's body bending violently without consciously letting out a torrent of water. Daychi spontaneously unites with hunting breath staring at the body of Whuang who still feels a strange gelenger that makes him experience the highest peak that only a few women have.

"K..You're perfect!"

Daychi muttered with a satisfied smile full of twinkle of release pulling Whuang's waist until the woman's body was confined in her arms.

No matter the wet bed and the sticky body are both very tired and even the eyes are only a few Watts to open.

"Floral!" daychi murmured his face into the recess of Whuang's neckline which was still regulating the breath and restoring consciousness. The scent of both bodies mixed but, Daychi so liked the distinctive Floral fragrance of the flowers on Whuang's skin.

"A..What the hell am I doing?"

Whuang who had come to her senses was surprised by what had happened. He stared at the nanar pool with the moon that had been loud up there to make Whuang can see the room around him.

The bed that was once full of blood had been mixed with sweat and squ**ting that had happened to her earlier. Whuang's face flushed red imagining he was so ridiculous that he was like that but fortunately this man did not see the look on his face until he could calm down.

"You're so good." groan is still left in Daychi's lips that have been sleeping in his sleep. Whuang knew this man must have experienced an illusion between consciously or not the effect of the potion.

"Why are you so rude? I don't know who you are and just want to take that away from me. You bastard!" whuang wanted to hit Daychi on the head, but he was afraid that this man would wake up and ride him again.

"Deliver!!"

Whuang pushed Daychi away from him as he became uncomfortable with the scent of blood. But, he wondered why this man was so strange and impressed Pysiko.he always slapped his body to make it red as blood.

"What don't-don't?"

Whuang closed her mouth in disbelief. Does this guy have a mental disorder? or is he in a mental hospital that's so obscene that he's a bed-playing expert like this?

"T..No. I. I can't be here."

Whuang shook his head with all his might as he moved towards Daychi who was already unconscious between getting tired and enjoying that incredible release effouria.

"S..Hurt!!"

The core part was so painful that even the heat made Whuang clutch her seprey. His body was also so sore and crumpled unable to move freely from this bed.

"Damn!!! you're fucking Whuang, why are you following him?" aspat Whuang continued to try to move even though his bones seemed to be released. His waist was numb with his head still sorely pulled back by Daychi earlier.

"Are you going to be angry?"

Whuang started thinking there. What if his father finds out that Lien doesn't admire him? is that middle-aged man going to torture her?

Whuang raged about twisting the blanket onto his body. He wanted to get close to Daychi to see clearly the man's face until Whuang moved to shake off the darkness that was silencing and..

"Quick check on Sergeant!!"

The sound of the members out there has again made Whuang with the rest of her energy jump down from the bed twisting the blanket onto her body. He endured the pain in the hot core that seemed to have been bleeding because it was moving too much.

"Wait!!"

Whuang immediately hid behind the curtain with a hunting breath. He really can't hold on for too long like this.

"Give me a blanket"

Zuan who held the door because he saw his sersannya had slept without anyone here. The bottom of the man was invisible because of the shadow of the curtain.

While the Ryoto members are busy taking care of the Sersannya. Whuang made use of it by jumping from the Balcony to the Balcony of the other room despite enduring pain at every step. He doesn't care about clothes anymore because he has to get out of here.

When the foot of the powerless level Whuang wanted to jump the last Balcony suddenly there was an arrow coming from the front making Whuang quickly rotate her beautiful body to float lightly and directly climb the ground.

"S..Whoareyou??" angrily Whuang clenched the knot of the blanket on her chest. He stared at the back fence until his eyes were wide open to see who had stood there staring at him killing in the glare of the night.

"A..Daddy!"

Whuang paled with a trembling body resisting the cold and nervousness. Mr. Jirom slowly stepped closer with one hand holding an arrow bow with a hardened face.

"Have you?"

"S..Already!"

Plakkkp...

Whuang was slapped hard until she fell on this moist ground with fresh blood flowing in her nose and the corners of her lips. Mr. Jirom's face hardened when he saw Whuang's face and this woman's body had been touched by the wrong person.

"You really are."

"A..Daddy's! i. I'm sorry, I.I promise.me.."

Mr. Jirom had already gripped Whuang's coarse long hair and dragged her out of the Club's surroundings. No matter if his son's legs are unable to step, indifferent to the cry of his daughter Mr. Jirom is already tangled with his anger.

"You have the courage to fight me!"

"A..Father hiks. i. I'm guilty of me, I'm sorry, dad! j..don't do that!"

Pinta Whuang trembled in fear of holding her father's arm which was so heartless that he pulled his hair as if it was made into a rope.

Mr. Jirom throws Whuang into the car hinting at their subordinates to take care of the rest. Mr. Jirom had hoped that Whuang would do the job correctly but when he thought it was going well, in fact, Whuang was wrong. He didn't see a single member of Yuchin there were even only strange people who must have just taken advantage of this little fucking stupidity.

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