Chapter 16: JR's First Time (8)

Bob shook his head helplessly, and he glanced at Pedro, who was sitting next to Jerry. Boca Neirola, "Pedro, your boss isn't really a drinker. What do you think? Can you have a drink with me? ”

Pedro smiled and showed his white teeth, then took the wine glass handed by Bob, drank it all, and put it on the table, "Not now, wait for me to send the boss back to the room." ”

Bob raised his glass to Pedro, and the black Venezuelan carried Jerry on his shoulder.

At this time, Namie Amuro happened to come out of the WC. Tonight, she is indeed a little high, and the intimate dance with Jerry at the New Year's Eve concert makes her always feel like her soul is floating in the clouds, and that kind of excitement makes her reluctant to give up

Seeing Jerry's big black bodyguard carrying Jerry on his shoulder, she hurriedly walked up.

"Hey~ Big black guy, what's wrong with Jerry-kun?"

"Boss, he's drunk." Pedro didn't stop long, but continued to walk towards the elevator with Jerry on his shoulder.

"He's drunk?" Having received an affirmative answer, Namie Amuro looked at Jerry, whose cheeks were flushed, and asked again, "Do you need my help?" ”

Pedro thought about it for a while, but nodded, he, the killer bodyguard, only has the habit of taking people's lives and protecting people, such as helping people untie their clothes, he can't do it. He can't let the boss with a hangover just fall directly on the bed with his clothes on, right? It's not a good feeling. Once stayed in Russia for many years to protect Bob. Pedro Crimmings Security. Bocarnerola knows that feeling.

The elevator stopped on the thirty-second floor.

The door to room 3201 was opened, and the lights in the room came on.

Pedro threw Jerry right on the bed.

The latter, on the other hand, rolled over, curled up and groaned, showing no signs of waking up.

Vodka, in the shadow of the sweet liquor, begins to show its power.

Dizzy, Jerry felt that his body was like a floating cloud, so soft that it never touched the ground. He felt as if his consciousness was awake, but this lucidity kept him awake. The heat of his body made him always want to lift his clothes, but he didn't have much strength to do those troublesome things. He felt his eyelids sink all the way down, all the way down, all the way down to the endless abyss. At the same time, the alcohol seemed to drain his body of water, and a strange thirst attacked his nerves from time to time.

"Miss Namie, I'll trouble you next."

"Got it"

Namie Amuro felt her voice tremble a little, because she was sitting on the edge of the bed now, and she was being held by Jerry's arm.

And no matter how hard she tries, this guy is like hanging on her, and she can't push it away

"If you have anything to do, just go and get busy Jerry-kun first, and Jere-kun will leave it to me."

Pedro. After Bocca Nerola left, the whole room fell silent, except for one guy's breathing, which had become much thicker because of the effects of alcohol.

Namie Amuro leaned down and approached Jerry's face, looking at it carefully, and the slight heat coming from Jerry's face made her face heat up as well. She poked her head forward and kissed Jerry on the cheek.

I, what am I doing?

Namie Amuro's face fluttered, and she turned red at once.

What I should be doing now is to let Jerry Jun take a break, how can I be, how can I be cranky

Namie Amuro shook her head and closed her eyes tightly to keep her attention drawn to Jerry's face and his thirsty lips, and then she broke Jerry's hand holding her and rushed into the bathroom with a red face.

Whew~Whew~Whew~

The poor chick crouched on the edge of the washbasin, looked at herself in the mirror with a red face, and felt a fire in the depths of herself, as if it had exploded all at once. She quickly turned on the faucet and splashed her cheeks, which had become hot, with cold water.

It can't be like this, Namie, you can't do that

It wasn't until Jerry in the bedroom groaned and yelled that he was thirsty that Namie Amuro grabbed a wet towel and ran out of the bathroom.

It is true that she has not taken much care of a drunk man.

However, when facing this man, she really couldn't help but want to take care of him.

The cold, wet towel was applied to Jerry's hot face, and the comfortable feeling made him moan. And while he moaned, Namie Amuro's hand holding the wet towel was also grabbed by him,

Namie Amuro bit her lip and wanted to pull her hand back, but the heat coming from her palm made her find that her liliang was disappearing little by little.

How could this be?

Namie Amuro felt like she was about to collapse.

Fortunately, the drunk guy quickly let go of her hand.

Because of the coldness of his head, he began to tear his clothes.

The punk tie flung to the side in a random tug.

And when he frowned and tugged at his shirt and jacket, the guy couldn't break free of his clothes anyway.

Namie Amuro, who was sitting on the side, looked at the drunken and boyish Jerry, and felt more and more that this guy was cute, and with the help of her somewhat trembling hands, Jerry finally took off his coat.

Then, as if he was holding a pillow, he hugged Namie Amuro in his arms.

In other words, he pressed Namie Amuro under him like a hugging bear.

"Hey~Hey~ Jerry-kun, let go of me" Namie Amuro's heart beat hard, and she hammered Jerry's arms, chest, abdomen, and elastic, ass indiscriminately

No, I'm not intentional, I'm not, I don't actually feel like touching his ass and his ......

Namie Amuro is cranky.

Just as she struggled to escape from Jerry's arms, the drunk guy didn't mean to let go, but hugged her tighter and tighter.

This intense physical contact made Namie Amuro, who had matured, feel a heat appear from all parts of her body one by one, and when this heat gradually converged in one place and exploded, she had already found herself paralyzed in Jerry's arms.

And almost as a matter of urgency, she leaned over her head and kissed Jerry's lips.

It's just that this one action, like triggering the mechanism of the heavenly thunder and the earth's fire, **, from Amuro Namie's body, like a beast, broke out in an instant.