Let Me Be Reborn

‘Even if people are sleeping, how can they be so blatantly touched · ·. ’

For Bo-young with a striking appearance, the work of men was a daily multireflection. I once numbered celebrities who were going to be photographed abroad, starting with the guys who wanted to earn money.

When any man saw her appearance, his eyes turned.

She was quite proud of it, and secretly enjoyed being lifted by men.

But it was the first lesson of a man to massage her. I felt it in the night room, but he was not at all dazzled by the look on his face.

Much more money and handsome people acted politely to show themselves, but of course, even if it was obvious what they wanted, they could not find such a pretense with him.

His provocation was blatant and direct enough to be reckless.

"Like I'm some kind of a bar writer." ’

I felt unfamiliar with myself, but I didn't dislike it. To be honest, I was nervous and excited when I was with him because I had never met him before. Unlike other men who behaved like gentlemen, he had animal charm.

In a good way, the beasts were ferocious, and in other words, they were harmless.

‘Hah, I still can't do it. This is my job. ’

Bo-young grabbed her heart and picked up the first aid kit.

When you play, but when you work, you get angry.

It was her motto and the principle she had lived by.

“Where are you going again? ”

“Someone asked me to get some bug bites. ”

“You've been working. Get some rest. Do you want me to get it for you? ”

“No, I'm in charge anyway. I'll be right back. Thanks anyway. ”

“Anyway, the girl won't listen to me. ”

Bo-young entered the business class corridor.

Since it was a night flight, all the lights were turned off and only the comfort lights were on. Some people took out their laptops and worked, but most of the passengers were asleep.

“Sir, I have your medicine. ”

Bo-young took a step back deliberately and told Che Dohun. Calling him a guest without calling him by his name was an attempt to put a distance between him and me.

“Hello? I think I bit too hard. Keep pouring. Take a look. ”

He provokes her sympathy, pushing out the wounded area. Despite how hard it was pinched, the skin with the fingernail marks remained vivid and was seemingly bruised.

Bo-young, who knew what he was doing, responded coldly.

“So why did you bother the mosquito? ”

“I thought I wanted it in secret. ”

“Even so, if you touch them at work, won't you hate them? Huh?”

The two of them had the wrong conversation. It was like a ciphertext that nobody could understand.

“Well, it hurts, so put something on it. ”

“I am · · · · · ·. ”

As she watched the lesson, she finally smiled.

No matter how much I tried to treat it as an office, I couldn't hate the lesson.

He was neither very handsome nor had a good job nor a lot of money, but there was a corner where a gentle attitude like a grumpy one could quietly excite people's hearts. Moreover, seeing the swollen wound beyond my mind, I felt sorry for it.

Am I pinching too hard? ’

She pulls the ointment out of the first aid kit and rubs it over his wounded area.

“Are you feeling better? ”

“That's better. But it feels a little different from the last time I saw it · · ·. ”

“You can't work the same way you work when people play. ”

“Ahn. By the way, are the sisters who were with you here? ”

“No, I have different flight schedules. And why is that? ”

“Well, I think there was one really good-looking person. ”

He provoked her jealousy.

But Bo-young only snorted.

Are you talking about Mi-yeon with a mulberry on her chest? Huh. I was pretty and in good shape out of three. ’

Bo-young shrugged her shoulders as if she didn't want to fall for Taunting.

“I see. Suddenly I remember. I should have gotten my handsome brother's number. ”

Bo-young also beat me without losing, and the lesson became even more clear.

“Oh, Abbot? We can still contact you now. Shall we trade for one another? ”

“· · · Do you want to keep arguing? ”

Finally, the impatient Bo-young punched him.

“Ouch. I called in sick and hit someone. ”

“You're right because you're right. ”

“Why do you keep pretending not to know? ”

“I'm working. Here. ”

Bo-young whispers while looking around.

· · · Many other passengers. ”

“Everyone's asleep. ”

In response, Bo-young pointed to a Japanese passenger in a seat across the street without a word. He was immersed in reading as if they didn't care.

“'Cause I care about the Japanese? ”

“Shh. What if you understand Korean? ”

“You wouldn't know it, and after I opened the book, I didn't feel like it, I just kept reading. It's like a lot of concentration. ”

As he said, Bo-young, who was harassing the Japanese reading, was curious about his wooden attitude. He silently immersed himself in reading as if he couldn't even hear the conversation between the two of them.

“· · Well, don't play around here. ”

“Okay. It's my sister's job. But I need some more of that ointment. ”

“You're all done. ”

“No, not here, here. ”

He points his finger at his groin.

Bo-young shakes her head, furious.

“Mi, are you crazy? ”

“Why?”

“Why do you put ointment on it? ”

“I tried to break it off with someone the other day, and it was all peeled off. ”

Bo-young blushed her face and straightened her waist like Mongoose's. She looks anxious and looks around to see who didn't eavesdrop on him. Fortunately, none of the people who were awake cared if they were Korean.

C. Bo-young, who is relieved, looks at the lesson and says frankly.

“You really! You gonna give me a hard time? ”

“You embarrassed me first. ”

“What am I? ”

“How could I have done this when I touched you? ”

He pulls the zipper down and pulls out the object.

Stuff that became free material protruded out of the chair.

"Hey, it's Mom! ’

Surprised Bo-young hurriedly slapped the screen with her body.

If anyone saw it, they would be arrested for performing pornography. Plus, he's flying, so he's gonna have to add in some interference.

“Oh, put it in! ”

“Who's watching? Oh, you're watching. Didn't you miss it? This?”

He pointed to the object that was evoked with a completely unyielding attitude. Bo-young, who did not know that he would do that, became confused by the enormous embarrassment.

Mi, you're crazy! In the room, even if it was just the two of us, this is really... ’

But she was also a woman, so I couldn't help but get excited when I saw the man's erection. The lessons are a hot night with you (?), and he was also a great man who could hardly see things.

“Hey, hey, you! ”

Bo-young hides his belongings with a portable first aid kit as soon as possible.

But it was not enough to hide such a big item.

Taun, who was still sticking out his erected head, tugged her hand.

“I need some ointment here. ”

“Ahh!”

Bo-young seemed breathless from the sturdiness of the soft, closing lock. The enormity of the doctrine of grabbing things without hesitation in public made her head scramble.

“Hey, I'll see you around! Get back in there! ”

“Don't mind him. ”

Bo-young turned her gaze and double-checked the Japanese passenger on the other side.

Like he said, he fell into a book without being moved by the commotion next to him. At first glance, I felt like I was sleeping with my eyes open.

What, that guy? You're not blind? ’

Bo-young is in a state of confusion, but the lesson that grabbed her wrist forced her to grab onto the lock.

“Come on.”

“You, really! Let's go downstairs.”

“Are you sure you want to get off? ”

“Oh, no. I'm turning round today. I need to rest for a while and then go back to Incheon. ”

Bo-young gives you a nod.

“Then I'll end it here anyway. ”

“W-what's the end? Are you going to keep doing this at my job? ”

“Why? This is even more thrilling. ”

"You sound thrilled! You pervert!"

Bo-young treated him like a pervert.

Anyone who pulls stuff out of an airplane and forces the crew to touch it would think so.

“Ahh · · ·. It's good that you're touching me. ”

“Is this touching? Make you touch it. ”

Bo-young continued to blame the lesson.

“So you don't like it? You really don't remember me? ”

Don't you remember? After that day, other men don't even wear their eyes. · · ’

Looking back at her things, Bo-young remembered the hot night she spent in her room. I can't believe this big thing lifted itself up and down.

‘Oh my gosh! I thought it was big then too · · ·. It really is. ’

“Come sit over here. If you keep standing in the hallway, people will think you're suspicious. ”

“I'm on duty! ”

“So just sit down for a minute. Just five minutes. I won't bother you any more. ”

The side seat of the lesson was completely empty due to the candle.

Bo-young was restless, and eventually she sat next to him as he said.

Sitting in a seat while the cabin crew started the stewardess for the first time. She warned me face to face.

“Just five minutes. If I get caught, I might get fired, not by the Seal Book. ”

“Okay, don't worry. No one's watching. ”

“Phew, really. What the hell are you talking about? ”

“Actually, I just wanted to ask you a favor. ”

“What?"

“Please suck my dick more often. ”

“What, what? ”

“Suck it a little more often. ”

Bo-young was speechless because of her shameless attitude.

And now you want me to suck all the boobs out of public places. He was clearly out of his mind.

“Mi, are you crazy? ”

“No, it's very bold. ”

“I can't. Are you trying to see someone get fired? ”

Bo-young hiding in an empty seat felt like she was sitting in a dining room.

It was an act of tremendous courage.

“I hate you · · · · ·. ”

He stops speaking and suddenly shoves his hand into her skirt width.

“· · · I'll suck it for you. ”

“Huff!"

Bo-young desperately retreated the bridge, but there was no way she could bear the evil hand of the doctrine.

“Take it out.”

“I can't. ”

“I told you to take it off. ”

“I can't take it off. How am I supposed to get it out if you're holding her? ”

Bo-young loosened up a little in excuses for doctrine with her hands on her thighs.

“Now pull it out. ”

However, he pushed his hand deeper through the gap. His hand touched the crack in the panty stockings.

“Hey, hey! ”

“Shh. If you shout like that, the Japanese will look at you. ”

“Ugh!”

Bo-young, playing around with her teachings, glances at Bo-young. Meanwhile, his finger began to tap the center of Young-young.

“Ha, don't! ”

“I wanted to do more if I didn't. ”

“You really · · · · ·. Please, stop. ”

“Why? Are you afraid you'll get caught? ”

“You don't have to do this here, okay? ”

Even though Bo-young was trying to figure it out, I didn't know that the finger pranks of Dohun would stop.

“You said you were going straight back to Korea. When do you think I'll see you again? ”

“Ah, ah. You can meet me when you come back to Korea. ”

“It's going to be longer than I thought. And above all · · · ·. ”

He grabbed the middle of his panty stockings and tore them apart.

“I want to do it now. ”

“Ugh!”

[Excitement 70! Aerosols erupting.]

‘Haha, pretend you don't like it. ’

He continues to touch the clitoris.

Bo-young shut her mouth so that someone would see her and assessed the lesson.

“Please stop. ”

“If you're gonna say that, why don't you go wet your pants? ”

Now, Bo-young could feel her panties getting wet. Her eyes tighten as the sticky panties cling to the vagina.

‘Ahh · · · How did I · · ·. ’

His hand now comes in with his panties like a snake and rubs his fingers on the damp vagina. Bo-young shudders as her fingers dig into it.

“Ow!”

“Why is there so much water? I think there's more where that came from. ”

“Ahh, you keep touching me. ”

Bo-young is more excited about the tension that someone might see her than usual. The thrill of the situation made her heart beat faster.

‘Ah, ah, no. This is unbearable. ’

When Bo-young's breathing sounds rough, the discipline actually clings to her. Even though it was a business seat, the two of them were not that far apart, so his body became close to Bo-young.

He rubs his finger against Bo-young's vagina and whispers.

“What do you think? Good? ”

“Ugh · · ·. Hey, don't do this. I'm in real trouble. ”

“So why don't you suck it when you're hot? ”

Taun's finger, which was hovering around him, literally dug into the hole.

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