Chapter Ninety-One: A Group of Bichi and Bichi Wheat Milk
Rome's fourth-class hotel, on the top floor, the music is loud, and the lights make it a stage to release passion.
The deep blue water waves of the rimless pool are constantly changing colors under the colorful lights, and countless champagne spurting out of the sky, and the wine pool meat forest is not a dream here. Sexy DJs are DJing, and bewitching mothers and dogs are looking for prey in the stadium with goblets. A sexy waist dances on the dance floor to the music, throwing away the top everywhere, revealing a majestic upper body wearing only a bikini, and occasionally provocatively pulling off a little skirt or hot pants to reveal the thong inside.
"Oh!!"
One of Bichi's milk covers was untied and the other Bichi was unfastened, held it in his hand and shook it continuously, and then threw it towards the crowd on the dance floor. It was like a match suddenly falling into a powder keg, triggering the craziest screams at the scene, and then the two Bichi hugged each other and gnawed at each other, which further stimulated the atmosphere of the scene.
On the one-meter springboard of the pool, a pair of models shed the three-point pose, hugged each other, and jumped into the water from the springboard together, splashing a splash. A man in swimming trunks next to him carried a bottle of champagne, shook it vigorously, and then opened it suddenly.
Champagne was poured over the men and women in the pool, and then the remaining half of the bottle of champagne was poured directly on the sexy hottie in a leopard-print bikini next to her, and the rest of the pool was to suck the wine on her skin, and the whole scene looked extravagant and chaotic.
From time to time, people get together to try drugs that stimulate their spirits, and this stimulation makes the scene even crazier. The busy staff in the past took off their disguises and turned into crazy little wolf dogs one by one, and those Persian cats who were originally standing on the catwalk also became crazy blue pools that flocked to fine wine and big horses.
Sitting on the balcony chair upstairs, Sean was burned with lust by the models from Milan below. Cocktail after cocktail was poured into one glass after another.
Behind him was a banquet hall, where well-dressed men distinguished themselves from the flamboyant women who were debauchery. Compared with the opening up of the United States, Italy can be regarded as a prodigal. This is a country of extreme ego.
Ridley also wore a new straight suit that he bought from nowhere, and a flaming red rose of their national flower of England was coquettishly inserted on his chest, looking old-fashioned. Next to him, Jordan Scott was wearing a dark blue dress, outlining a plump figure, laughing with the man next to him, and the flowers were trembling.
Connie Nils also walked through the banquet with a glass of champagne and a smile. From time to time, I would talk to the people around me in English, Italian, French, or German, and I have to say that she is a natural courtesan on such occasions with a talent for six languages.
Sean's figure was noticed by many women, strong body, tough face, especially the sense of power exuded by the assassin made many women take the initiative to go over to talk, in this regard, Sean did not refuse, and after a while, three or five scantily clad beauties gathered next to Sean's seat, and the average height was higher than Liangtang.
Sean twisted this buttocks and touched the nipples of that one, so uncomfortable. However, seeing Russell Crowe beckoning to him not far away, he had to say goodbye to these blue pools with regret. After carefully sorting out his suit, Sean casually took a martini and walked towards Russell Crowe.
"Hey, it seems that the good thing that has disturbed you......" Glancing at a few sexy babes not far away, Russell Crowe looked at Sean, shrugged his shoulders and said, "I really envy your good luck, but I really can't understand the broken English pronunciation of these Italian women." β
"Do men and women still need language when they are together?" Sean touched the sexy girl passing by with his big hand and asked curiously, "Can you risk the recklessness of disturbing other people's good things and specially called me over, don't you just want to ask me what to say in Italian 'I want to sleep with you'?" β
"Fack!" Russell Crowe smiled and scolded Sean.
"It seems that this is the universal lingua franca. You say FUCK, these Italian models will understand. Sure enough, it's the best word in the world to. Seeing Russell Crow's face getting worse and worse, Sean hurriedly raised his hand in surrender, "Okay, let's talk about what you see looking for me." β
"Introduce you to a friend......" Russell Crow smiled and beckoned, constantly greeting some sexy girls along the way.
It seems that this good-looking Australian star is not as honest and honest as he looks, and his frivolous movements and easy-to-use demeanor all prove that this guy is a veteran of flowers. After shuttling through several rooms, Russell Crowe smiled and greeted a delicate, hot blonde woman.
"Hey, Sicconeβ" and smiled, "That's my new partner I mentioned to you, great guy, Sean!" β
The woman named Siccone was wearing a sexy wrap-around skirt, half of her white and tender nipples were displayed with white flowers, and she smiled and hugged Russell Crowe, and then looked at Sean, scanning Sean with an aggressive gaze in her eyes, as if she wanted to swallow Sean alive.
Madonna?
Seeing this blonde and blue-eyed young woman with a hot body, Sean didn't expect it to be Madonna Siccone, the American pop queen. This music diva is still in her prime, just won the Grammy Award last year, and to be honest, Sean usually listens to her songs.
"I love meeting new people the most." Madonna glanced at Sean's strong body seductively, revealing a hint of aggression. staring at Sean's tall figure, he looks particularly bold.
After some conversations, Sean also knew why the American diva appeared in Italy. The other party is endorsing Max Factor, and this time he came to Italy to shoot an endorsement advertisement. As for Russell Crowe and Madonna, they met at a party in Hollywood, and both of them liked rock music, so they became familiar with each other and became friends.
This time, knowing that Madonna was coming to Italy, he casually invited him over, obviously this kind of extravagant party with bright lights and wine and meat pools is very good for Madonna's taste. You must know that Madonna is a famous nightclub girl and a party courtesan.
"Oh, sorry, I'm sorry to miss you......" Russell Crowe apologized and walked over to the distance with his glass in hand, where Ridley was chatting with several smart-clad executive-looking figures, while Ridley waved to Russell Crowe, signaling his way over.
"Your muscles are so strong, can you tell me your fitness routine? You know, staying in shape can be a painful thing......" Madonna suddenly reached out and pinched the muscles on Sean's suit arms, then supported her breasts with both hands, and gently spit out wine at Sean with a slightly open red lip on her face, "Want to go and talk about some interesting topics?" β
It seems that Russell Crowe's departure has made her emboldened all of a sudden, and a small hand is on Sean's chest, and her little finger is drawn in circles, and her eyes are confused.
This change in wheat milk is not too surprising to Sean, whether it is in the future or now, wheat milk is the blue pool of the blue pool, although Sean has not been in contact with this woman. But her infamous deeds can be found throughout Hollywood and New York fashion circles.
If the number one bad woman in the entertainment industry is selected, whether it is the mud or wiping the mother in the future, it will not be as good as this wheat milk!
But to be honest, Sean felt that her seduction was really tempting. In particular, the word Madonna is enough to tempt many men.
"I'll eat you bite by bite tonight, little boy......" Madonna boldly reached out and wiped a handful of Sean's pants, very, with a squeak in her eyes.
Pushing and pushing, Sean and Madonna took advantage of no one to notice, came to a corner, pushed the door in. These rooms were meant to be places for men and women. Before Sean could react, Madonna suddenly pushed Sean directly against the wall, put her arms around Sean's neck, and looked very crazy.
"Shhhh
"Falk oil!"
Sean directly threw down the crazy woman in front of him, touched his neck, and obvious tooth marks appeared there, while Madonna on the opposite side squinted her eyes, writhing her graceful body charmingly, and her short skirt slowly faded, revealing two balls and a black seductive thong.
Seeing Sean's annoyed look, Madonna's tongue swept over to Sean, walked towards Sean step by step, untied Sean's tie, and pushed Sean onto the big bed next to him, holding the tie in his hand, with a hint of madness on his coquettish face.
When Madonna waved her tie and wanted to tie Sean's hands, Sean directly turned against the guest and directly tied the hands of the Hollywood bus, making it more and more crazy. This made Sean suspect that she might have smoked a lot of ancient, coco, and alkali before.
Looking at Madonna, who was kneeling there with her hips crossed and twisting her body, Sean raised his hand and slapped it down.
Then the room resounded with the sound of crackling and the woman's wolf howl, with bursts of refreshment in the voice, if you select these cannons and platforms that Sean has experienced, Madonna does not meet Sean's tall requirements, nor is she the most beautiful, sexy, and enchanting, but she is definitely the most playful running and running.
Maybe it's the tyranny aroused by Madonna, or maybe it's the release after the filming of a movie, Sean unleashes all his dark side from this night, and then a destructive beast comes out and wreaks havoc on everything.
So when Sean left the room the next day, Madonna was still tied to the bed, kneeling beside the bed, pouting Yueding, trembling all over, and there was a puddle of water under her. The red lips on his mouth turned pale, and his buttocks were even more red and swollen with slap marks.
It's like the house has been ransacked.
The mess of the front door and the mess of the back door......
This is Sean's masterpiece, playing with wheat milk all night.
PS: Thank you for the reward of 100 starting coins in the sunny season, thank you! That's it for today.
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