Olala pursed her pink lips, smiled coquettishly, and said in a sweet voice. "We are husband and wife. It's my duty to make you enthusiastic. You're still so calm, I'm really derelict in my duty. It seems that I will have to work harder in the future. ”

It's over, and she still flattered at the angry Goldman Sachs with an exaggerated face.

Vomit~~~ On the surface, she is a demon girl, but she vomits wildly in her heart, this is the real situation of Olara at the moment.

Mom, she has never done such a silver thing, and the object is still a man of the century like Goldman Sachs, and her goosebumps have dropped at least one or twenty pounds.

There is a famous saying in foreign countries that there is no need to endure it, and there is no need to endure it anymore.

Goldman Sachs pulled the quilt hard, and then tightly covered the Orala, who was dressed tightly to cover the key parts, and decisively stretched out his strong legs.

There was a muffled bang, and Olara, who was wrapped into a zongzi, was kicked down by Goldman Sachs, who never knew what pity and cherishing jade was.

"Ah!!h The aching Olara screamed, and the quilt fell apart.

She shrunk into a ball, and her face was wrinkled in pain.

And her pajamas turned up indecently, revealing tight shorts.

Goldman Sachs thought that he would see something light, but fortunately, this dead woman was not wearing those completely transparent panties~.

Fortunately, the quilt was a little thick, and the place where it fell happened to be covered with a thick wool carpet, otherwise, Olara felt that she would definitely be half-paralyzed and become disabled.

"Olara, if you go crazy again, you're welcome." Goldman Sachs stared at Olara, who was rolling on the stall, his fiery heart had gradually cooled, and the meaning of warning was also very strong.

"Cut, when have you ever been polite to me?" Olara massaged her waist and hurt her waist, and before the scar was healed, she began to make it again.

Suddenly, Orara's eyes lit up while rubbing PP, and she immediately took her mobile phone and slapped at Goldman Sachs.

It's a big gossip, so she won't miss it so brainlessly.

Moreover, in addition to slamming the door, Goldman Sachs' biggest feature is its quick response.

As soon as Olara finished filming, she immediately chose to send it to her mailbox.

A sharp cold glint flashed in Goldman Sachs's eyes, staring at Olara who was still chattering, the green tendons on his forehead were bursting out, and the whole person exuded a dangerous aura. "Olara, what did you just shoot?"

Olara swallowed, and inexplicably felt a pain in her neck, as if someone had choked her.

By the way, that time Goldman Sachs came downstairs to her house and talked about his ex-girlfriend, and he almost choked her.

Thinking of that time, Olara's eyes turned around a few times, obviously pretending to be stupid. "You are so handsome that I was almost blinded by your charm, so I took a picture of your beautiful side so that I could admire it later."

"You think I'm going to believe you!" Goldman Sachs gritted his teeth and said, but his eyes had already fallen on Olara's mobile phone, ready to wait for the opportunity to snatch it.

Just now, this woman has been slapping his lower body, such a private part, she must have some intention to slap it.

"You can't help it if you don't believe it. It's late at night, I'm going to sleep. Olara hurriedly walked into the quilt, making an ostrich, and muttered in her heart, Goldman Sachs hurry up and stop cooking, don't trouble her.

However, if it works, there will be no poor people in this world.