I have to admit that the reason why Lana can become a dancer sought after by many men in Mook Town does have her unique side.

When the driver pushed open the door of the bar, Lana happened to be surrounded by several men. The reason why "Golden Key" has a large number of drinkers is inseparable from the boss's business philosophy. This guy has always believed that women are the biggest attraction to men. Therefore, in the design of the wine lady's work uniform, the word "sexy" is also highlighted. The texture of the white dress is poor, but the material used is transparent, especially the layer on the surface, which reflects a harsh metallic sheen in a bar environment. A looming wine girl is certainly more attractive than a naked woman, and although the ultimate goal of a man is to strip a woman naked, a translucent bikini is indeed the most effective at triggering adrenaline and male hormones in terms of visual effects.

Lana's white maid dress was really small, the shoulder straps that held her chest couldn't be thinner, and the group swing below barely covered the middle of her legs. The damn black-hearted boss has done the best when it comes to buttoning up the fabric and curtailing the workmanship. Wearing this uniform, any maid in the "Golden Key" bar can only accept the reality that most of the **** is exposed. Skirts that were too short did not allow the girls to bend over or anything like that. That would do no good at all, except for allowing the guests to look at themselves for free.

Alcoholic men are really good at teasing women. After discovering the key, more and more men began to drop things on the ground in the "Golden Key" bar. Wallets, lighters, necklace clasps...... The most of them, of course, are empty wine bottles. Under the uncertain light, watching the bewitching girl slowly squatting, picking up various objects that she deliberately lost from the ground, the white swaying thighs and buttocks can be seen at a glance, especially the carefully covered slit between the legs, which makes the drinkers have a perverted urge to take a peek.

Seducing a man is about means and scale. Lana knows a thing or two about this. She never uses gaudy red lipstick, but instead applies a little bit of pink lip gloss with a reflective effect. The hair style is never combed into a woman's bun, but tied into a lively and cute ponytail. In this way, Lana looks much younger than her actual age. She even cut the sexy overalls prescribed by her black-hearted boss shorter, so that she didn't have to bend over, as long as she walked a little bigger, the people next to her could clearly see the panties in the hips.

When it comes to the drinker's favorite tossing game, Lana never refuses. She was always different from the other wine girls, always squatting down in a dignified posture, reaching out to pick it up, and then smiling and putting the lost item back on the table. In this process, Lana always reaches out very carefully to pull the hem of the skirt, making a slightly shy appearance that does not let others see her private parts. But in reality, these actions are really redundant, because no matter what she does, the limitations of the skirt itself are an insurmountable obstacle, and the voyeur's gaze can always see what they want to see.

People are actually like this, if Lana's watch is very pandering, and I will strip naked whatever you want to see, then the voyeur game itself will lose its appeal. Lana herself is average-looking, and instead of looking at this kind of unattractive drinking girl, it is better to go outside and find a few outstanding-looking women to spend the night. The deliberately made shyness became Lana's biggest temptation capital. Drinkers always secretly guess her actual age, because only young girls who have just debuted made such a statement. For men who are used to seeing and playing, this kind of slightly green woman is the one who can arouse their innermost desires.

Moving between a dozen or so men at several tables, Lana seemed to be at ease. She always looked flushed, holding the tray of wine in one hand and waving it up and down between her chest and skirt with the other. The purpose is only to drive away the palms of the men who are touching them back and forth, so that they do not go too far, so as not to strip themselves naked on the spot. The force of the drive and blocking is just right, and between the touches, the men can feel the smoothness of Lana's skin, especially the softness of the breasts and buttocks. There are also a few men with a rough temperament who will take Lana directly into his arms and kiss her blushing face a few times. Such an action always caused laughter in the bar, and Lana quickly broke away from the man's arms in shame and anger. Of course, the cheap cannot be taken in vain, and when doing this kind of thing, the drinkers will put a few coppers on the table, which is equivalent to a tip for rubbing oil. Lana never argues over how much money is over, nor does she ask for money directly, her hand brushes from the tabletop, and the coins disappear at the same time. This tacit understanding satisfied Lana and the men. The latter, in particular, has also increased his interest in Lana. After all, a woman who doesn't dwell too much on the issue of more money and less money is always very likable.

The driver is a regular customer of Lana, and it's almost time for Lana to change shifts. Breaking free from the arms of a fat old man, slowly stroking her pinched chest, Lana glanced at each other resentfully, deftly bypassed the tables, and lured the driver through the hall with her eyes, and the two of them came to the small room on the second floor behind the bar one after the other.

Each wine girl has a similar small room near her place of work. It's not a big place, and there's nothing to look out for. Out of a bed, a rough-made wardrobe, and nothing superfluous.

Of course, you can't make a lot of money just by laughing at your lips or letting guests eat tofu. The vast majority of a drinking woman's income comes from further intimate communication with men. They are much more picky than ordinary street women, and only men who are really favored by them and liked by them are eligible to be invited to spend the Spring Festival in the small room. Of course, none of this qiē is free.

The driver was a burly man, and he had been suffocated in the barracks for months. In the man's words, this is actually "Lao Tzu will shoot all the accumulated bullets at once tonight".

The meeting between a man and a woman is very capable of beating hunger and thirst. Lana felt that her **** was about to be rubbed by the driver, and it hurt terribly, but this physical pain was completely covered by pleasure, and the powerful impact reminded her of a landslide and tsunami, and the big bed bought from the thrift market was also crushed to the point of moaning in pain. With a "squeak", the two men moved from the head of the bed to the end of the bed, and from the end of the bed to the floor. In the end, the wild and rude driver pressed Lana directly to the side of the bed, and with her savage and strong posture, he completed the hearty launch.

Lana felt very satisfied. This is also the real reason why she treats drivers so preferentially. Few men are able to satisfy themselves in this regard. Although many of the customers in the bar are salivating over themselves, very few can last more than ten minutes when they actually take off their pants. There are a couple of guys who have been drinking for a long time and even worse, they just look at a woman's body and shoot straight away. I don't know if the gods let them grow genitals to look good? Or is it put on the outside and pretending?

The driver was satisfied, he gasped for breath, and his big rough hands slowly caressed Lana who was lying on top of him. Smooth skin and long silky hair are his favorites. Despite the wet, viscous liquid on her genitals, the driver hardened again at the touch of Lana's naked body.

Lana couldn't believe her eyes, it had been less than two minutes since she had done it, he, he, he actually wanted it again?

There is no need for sweet words between fanatical men and women. The driver turned over and rode up directly, and under Lana's surprised gaze, his body and even his brain were once again filled with the strength and pride of being a man.

Night, in the hustle and bustle.

At dawn, the satisfied driver finally climbed out of bed, washed up briefly, and left the small room. Of course, when I went, I didn't forget to leave enough money on the bedside table.

Lana didn't fall asleep. The driver's every move after getting up fell in her eyes. Lana knows that men don't like to be bothered by women at times like this. The urgency of their desire to leave was even stronger than the desire to tear their clothes when they met last night. They are such hormones-controlled animals, destined from the moment they evolve and can never change.

Lana doesn't just like drivers because of the money. The man was rude, but he did a better job than the guests at the bar. At least, every time he left, he would tiptoe over and leave a gentle kiss on his seemingly sleeping face.

Women are actually very emotional, even bar girls. Some subtle thoughtful actions can often make them remember for a lifetime.

Lana was the only one left in the room.

She didn't want to get out of bed and didn't bother to move. It's not surprising that any woman doesn't have the heart to move after being ravaged all night. What's more, Lana already felt that she was swollen underneath, and her legs were slightly together, and she would feel a pain in her heart.

If it were normal, Lana would struggle to get up and take a shower. Soaking in warm water is very effective for recovery and can also dispel fatigue.

But today...... Even Lana was surprised by what she thought at the moment.

She was very empty, especially the mouth underneath that was clearly not full and still hungry.

Turning around rather boredly, Lana saw the mirror on the opposite wardrobe. His face was slightly red, his tongue was constantly ****ing his lips, his chest was undulating a lot, and his hands were rubbing something back and forth in the quilt.

Lana knows very well that whenever she is in heat, this is what she looks like.

She reaffirmed her thoughts at the moment: I want a man, I ...... I'm not enough!

……

According to the leave regulations issued by the military department, drivers must return to the team by noon today.

Imperial military personnel are very flexible in their holiday adjustments, and can choose night or noon as the starting time of vacation according to the actual needs of different groups of people. Take the driver as an example, he needs to spend the Spring Festival with the woman he likes in the town of Mook, so he naturally chooses two half-days instead of one full day as his vacation.

After going through the relevant procedures for returning to the team at the sentry, when he walked into the barracks, the driver only felt very uncomfortable.

It's strange that every time I come back from Mook Town, I just feel full of energy and energy. But today, the driver felt as if there was a fire burning in his body, making him feel dry at all times, and his mind was always full of all kinds of pictures that made his blood run high. The wine girl Lana's white and fluffy body has been shaking in front of her eyes, even when she entered the barracks and was on leave with the officer on duty, the driver still felt that the fire in her body could not subside, and she was in a state of high intensity and excitement at any time.

Drivers have had similar experiences before. It's not surprising that falling back from passion always brings some follow-up climaxes that are difficult to let go of and unfinished. To deal with this situation, the driver certainly has his own way. He walked into a computer-controlled enclosed training room and offered for 100 weighted pull-ups and a half-hour mock fight. This kind of electronic training is specially developed for soldiers, and since it is not within the scope of daily training, the intensity and movement are completely mastered by the soldiers themselves. Many people use this as a basis for showing off their physical fitness, and many officers and men use it as a bargaining chip for their personal bets.

The driver's idea was simple: it must be the result of the still energetic guide. Going into the second day's training with this state is certainly not good. All you need to do is sweat, and the messy thoughts in your head will naturally disappear.

That's what he used to do.

It wasn't until 4 p.m. that the driver finished all the training items. Since that weird thought had always existed, he practiced a lot more. When he returned to the barracks, he felt that he was covered in sweat, and almost every muscle in his body was hot from overtraining, and his hands and feet were twitching slightly uncontrollably.

It felt terrible, but the desire for sex and women in my head didn't subside in the slightest. The driver gasped, grabbed the towel, and was stunned for a long time before staggering and slowly moving into the bathroom.

The cold water washes over the body, waking up both the brain and the body. The fatigue quickly disappeared, but the driver was surprised to find that his genitals were still holding his head high, and there was no sign of wanting to collapse softly. He touched it lightly with his trembling fingers, and found that the fleshy stick was still hot, and the veins protruded from under the taut skin looked like an oversized earthworm that had just come out of the dirt, extremely hungry.

The driver didn't know how he got out of the cold shower. He leaned against the wall and walked into the bathroom lounge area, where a young soldier happened to be wiping himself with a towel. It's normal for men to be naked and relatively naked, especially since this is still a barracks, so there's really nothing to be embarrassed about.

The young soldier took out a change of clothes from the cupboard, only to tilt his head to catch a glimpse of the high-raised genitals under the driver. His eyes widened.

"Hey! Man, haven't you been on vacation in months? Or do you read too many AV magazines? ”

In the face of the soldier's exaggerated questioning, the driver only felt that his mind was very confused, and many inexplicable thoughts suddenly popped up. He half-bowed his head and asked with a gloomy expression: "What, do you want to compare with Lao Tzu?" ”

The young soldier clenched his fists vigorously and looked at the other party for a few seconds, making sure that he was indeed weak in this regard, and it was impossible to reach or even exceed it in diameter and length, not even two-thirds of the opponent's Cheng dù. The psychology of ridicule and ridicule suddenly disappeared without a trace, and he could only curse secretly in his heart, turned around very unhappily, and took care of his clothes.

The driver saw his face in the mirror next to the closet.

It was red, like a burning fire. The terrible red color extends from the cheeks to the chest. The two pectoral muscles were straight and bulging, and the muscles in the arms were completely prominent. The weirdest of all are the blood vessels, which are densely distributed under the skin, turning the entire chest into a grid, like those oil-covered bodybuilding champions on TV.

I, I want a woman...... Lao Tzu needs a woman, and he needs a tool to vent his fire!

The young soldier's ass quickly caught the driver's attention. His skin is very white, and although his muscles are solid, he is far less burly than a veteran with more than five years of military experience, such as the driver. Because of his body facing away, the driver could not see the front of the young soldier, and the confused mind guide lost his ability to judge things. At this moment, in the eyes of the driver, there is only a naked body swaying back and forth in front of him, and he doesn't care whether the actual gender of the other party is male or female.

"Ho! Ho ho! ”

The driver let out a low howl in his throat, and he rushed over and grabbed the soldier by the shoulders and pushed him over. The young soldier was caught off guard and could only curse in a panic and slam his elbow into the driver behind him.

"You, what do you want to do?"

"Shut up! Fuck the hell and I'll fuck you! ”

"Oh! No! You, you're gay? ”

"I'm telling you to shut up!"

The driver in extreme excitement completely loses the basic judgment ability. The struggling soldier provoked intense anger and slammed his fist into the side of his skull. This qiē action is entirely a reaction in a state of rage. The driver is also a soldier, and the most basic point of martial arts is to directly attack the opponent's vital point. He no longer has the idea of "colleagues" at the moment, and is purely just a human flesh machine controlled by desire.

The young soldier was unable to resist, and several consecutive blows made him completely lose the ability to resist, and his body was paralyzed and he slipped to the ground.

"That's right. If you are honest and obedient, you should be honest and obedient! Hahahaha! ”

The driver grinned and pulled the unconscious soldier's leg away and stabbed it in the toughest position. At this moment, he felt that he had finally been released, and he no longer had any regrets, and he was full of great momentum to move forward.

Yes, even if it is the strongest bull, Lao Tzu can fuck it to death. Slamming on the side of the skull. This qiē action is entirely a reaction in a state of rage. The driver is also a soldier, and the most basic point of martial arts is to directly attack the opponent's vital point. He no longer has the idea of "colleagues" at the moment, and is purely just a human flesh machine controlled by desire.

The young soldier was unable to resist, and several consecutive blows made him completely lose the ability to resist, and his body was paralyzed and he slipped to the ground.

"That's right. If you are honest and obedient, you should be honest and obedient! Hahahaha! ”

The driver grinned and pulled the unconscious soldier's leg away and stabbed it in the toughest position. At this moment, he felt that he had finally been released, and he no longer had any regrets, and he was full of great momentum to move forward.

Yes, even if it is the strongest bull, Lao Tzu can fuck it to death.