Ode to Joy: Whoring with the Old Tan

With such festivals, it would be nonsense to say that Tan Zongming couldn't see that Xiao Tang who rushed forward always had bad intentions.

If you want to blame it, blame the moonlight, its sultry madness.

I heard that in ancient times, eunuchs had a very insidious skill. They could beat people without harming their viscera, and they could also beat people's skin to pieces without hurting their viscera.Cough, Tan Baba definitely didn't mean to satirize the elders of the Tang family, but when he met Mr. Tang in the nightclub, he felt that the elders of the Tang family must have a full point of this skill, and he was still lying on the ground a few days ago Xiao Tang, who was so weak that he could only breathe out but not breathe in, was always jumping around like a lifelong vigor.

When Tan Baba saw Mr. Tang in Weirdness, Mr. Tang also saw Mr. Tan over the crowd.

Mr. Tang smiled charmingly, shook off the obsessive little fresh meat, and then waved away the little tender model sitting next to Tan Zongming, and gave Tan Baba a vigorous sofa boom: "Yo, look who this is, Isn't this our Shengxuan's Tan Boss?"

At this time, Mr. Tang's long legs in hot pants were kneeling on both sides of Tan Zongming's body apart, and his waist wrapped in a navel-baring dress was less than [-] centimeters away from Tan Zongming's palm.Tan Baba looked up at Mr. Tang's tight face, remembering how Mr. Tang's flexible waist stretched out at an unimaginable angle when Mr. Tang avoided the gun, and that sharp little face burst out again. What a vivid and dazzling demeanor, I suddenly felt a little itchy in my heart.

If it is on the bed, under the body, climbing to the extreme, what will the waist look like, and what expression will this face make?

So the hand that was supposed to be pushed out was changed to hug inward, and Tan Zongming smoothly pushed the boat to caress the slender waist: "You are drunk, Mr. Tang."

We're tacit about what's going on behind us.