Chapter 165: It's good that the man is ridden

For dancing girls, the set is a personal belonging. In case you hook up with a big guy, if you introduce it, it is not appropriate to let the big guy provide a set.

Ruth pulled out a half-used box of Jesbond from her bag, and it was a super expensive model, thirty dollars a box, in a pack of eight. I heard that with this style of condom, men and women can ......

Four sticks, it should be enough!

"Hey, what are you?" Jack asked, confused.

"You don't know what to do?" Ruth looked at Jack as she looked at Tarzan of the Apes.

"Do I have to know about the Dao?"

"Jack, you can't really be Tarzan of the apes who came out of the primeval forest, do you?"

"Are you insulting me?"

"Jack, you don't really know what this is, do you? Now all five-year-olds know it! ”

Jack is innocent, really innocent.

"What the hell is it, I'll take a look." As he spoke, Jack took the half box of Jasbang in Ruth's hand. There are text descriptions on the box, and there is no need for Ruth to explain it, and Jack also knows what it is.

If you want to talk about condoms, Jack has also heard of them, but he has never seen them with his own eyes, he has never touched them, and he has never used them. For an "innocent" man like Jack, it is purely normal not to know the condom.

Ruth now really believes that Jack is a place, a serious place. This kind of small probability event similar to being struck by lightning was actually encountered by herself, Ruth was very happy, and felt like picking up a treasure. Men want their significant other to be a virgin, and women don't think so. Speaking of which, Ruth is still a little ashamed, she doesn't even know who she handed over to for the first time, and she has no idea how many men she has experienced.

"Jack, I apologize to you for what I just said, you're a good man. Now let me put it on for you and give you a gorgeous turn. ”

It's good to turn around, I like to turn around the most. Jack didn't refuse, there was no need to refuse!

When little Jack is wrapped in a soft, compact and oily wrap, the "security" measures are completed.

According to what I just said, the man is under the woman and the woman is up. Jack is very cooperative, and little Jack is also very cooperative, and he is unstoppable. The so-called "Optimus Prime" refers to Jack's type! No drug stimulation, self-motivated.

Jack is still a little nervous, but with Ruth's teacher, everything will be fine.

When a touch of tighter and warmer enveloped little Jack, both of them involuntarily groaned, and Jack successfully bid farewell to his virgin status and became a well-known man, a man.

Ruth stretched out her arms, pulled her loose blonde hair, her slender waist twisted, her mouth was not idle, and the sound of extravagance lingered in the room for a long time. Jack is more comfortable, he doesn't have to move himself at all, and he enjoys the pleasures of the world.

Now that Jack thinks about it, it's nice that the man is ridden.

This battle, hearty and soul-crushing, ended in almost an hour. Two of the four sets have been used, and Jack's combat effectiveness is still worthy of recognition.

No one says you have to use a box the first time, right? Those who use a box are all beasts, more beasts than beasts, and the whole is a beast.

The whole bedroom is ambiguous, filled with a smell of bisexual hormones. For Jack and Ruth, this is heaven, this is Elysium. Ruth lay in Jack's arms like a sheep, feeling very down-to-earth and warm, which she couldn't find in the arms of old man Bond anyway. Jack also felt quite comfortable, much more comfortable than with animals, especially the pleasure just now, which was really aftertasted. If there was a next time, Jack wouldn't refuse.

It would be foolish to wait for an opportunity, and a shrewd person should create an opportunity.

"I smoke a cigarette, don't you mind?" Jack said softly, a hand involuntarily caressing Ruth's smooth back. Ya, addicted.

"You smoke cigarettes too?" Ruth.

"What do you mean I smoke cigarettes too? Can't I smoke cigarettes? "Jack.

"That's good too." Ruth.

"Girls, it's better not to smoke cigarettes." Jack.

Uh, is Jack concerned about Miss Ruth? This possibility is not ruled out.

"Jack, you're macho again. I protest, strongly protest. "Ruth.

It's just Ruth's protest, how it looks like a coquette.

As a result, the room was filled with the smell of smoke, and Marlboro, which is suitable for both men and women, sold hundreds of millions of packs a year.

Jack sat bare-chested at the head of the bed, and Ruth put on a coat and sat at the head of the bed, but the buttons were not buttoned, and the two jade whites on her chest were all seen by Jack. There is a small table on each side of the bed, on which is placed an ashtray.

"Jack, why don't you ask me who is keeping me?" Ruth said with some complaint.

"I don't think I should know, and I don't think you should tell me. Because as soon as tonight passes, you will forget me, and I will forget you. Jack said with a puff on his cigarette. There should also be an element of loneliness in this smoke!

"Can I understand your words of eating dry and wiping clean and not admitting it?"

"I gave it to you for the first time, and I suffered a loss." Jack said indifferently, not feeling that his behavior was to eat dry and not admit it.

"Don't look like an old lady is forcing you, I won't eat your set. Tell you Jack, my mother is determined to be you. I will also tell you that the person who kept me was the owner of the Fire Casino Hotel, an old man in his sixties Bond, and the boss of a mafia family. If Bond had known that you were with me, he would have killed you. I think you should be able to defuse this crisis, and then we can be together in the open. ”

"Fire Casino Hotel? What can a dead old man do with me? If you want to get out, I can help you, but we are together, impossible. ”

"For what?"

"I didn't bother with anything. It's just that after being with people for a long time, I prefer animals. ”

Jack spat out another puff of smoke as he spoke, and his face suddenly became gloomy.

The melancholy handsome guy is still very marketable, and he can eat well in the women's pile. I don't know if Jack, the dead boy, is pretending. If Jack really pretended, he would have to despise him, and despise him strongly.

Ruth found another bright spot in Jack, and always felt that this man was different and trustworthy, and he was a man with a story.

"Jack, I'm sure you're a man with a story, and if you have something on your mind, you can tell me. Although I am outwardly bohemian, I dare to pack a ticket that I am a loyal listener. ”

"We've only known each other for less than half a day, so don't make you look like an old friend of mine. I'm going to sleep, and if you want to sleep here, I'm fine, and if you want to sleep next door, I'm okay. ”

"I still prefer to sleep with you, steadfast, and safe."

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