Pervert King Seong Gui Nam

Ozzie was a very sociable child. As soon as the conversation gained momentum, he gave off positive energy that made people feel good by talking to his brother and brother.

The clean teeth that were clearly revealed when smiling were cool without pretension, and the eyes that bent like a crescent moon were cute.

This was the second fitting shoot, but he already had a unique aura in his job to be seen by someone.

The man seemed to have a clear grasp of what aspect of the woman he was attracted to.

When a male employee came up to clean up the broken cup, he said cute words as if they were on the body, making the employee's mouth tail wobbly.

"See you at five then."

"Yes, brother. I'll call you when the shoot gets longer."

Her party came up when she set a definite appointment and wrapped up the conversation in moderation. There was a man who looked like a photographer.

I returned to the terrace after saying hello to izzie.

My party must have asked me about my identity. When izzie answered something, the woman slapped her on the shoulder and looked at her saying she couldn't stop.

They packed up their bags right away and got ready to go out.

izzie, who was walking down the stairs for the last time among the group, smiles and waves at me.

It struck me like that again. Why are there so many attractive women in the world?

For a smooth conversation with the vocal cords, she mumbled, looking at the top of the head of izzie, who appeared outside the building with earphones in her habit.

"What a good world."

The world is a living hell for the servants and a playground for the masters.]

"What line was that?"

[God's sigh.]

"Vocal cords."

[Yes.]

"The best thing in my life was meeting you.”

Are you crazy? What's the matter with the cringe-worthy.

"I'm sick of him saying nice things.”

Put it in.

"Oh, the weather is bad and the mood is bad. Anyway, this and that is bad."

It's back to a peaceful holiday afternoon.

I went into the "Shashane House," an Internet shopping mall where Ezzie is a fitting model, and looked over the picture.

I was going to buy Munjeong some good clothes, but I was fascinated by the photo of Eiji, who went through a correction, because it was so pretty.

Maybe because they were F/W season clothes, the skirt fitting shots were all wearing stockings.

In particular, there was a shot of sitting on a sofa in a room that looked like a hotel room and turning the hair behind the ears, and the twisted coffee-colored stockings legs were so fascinating.

It is always right to have a tightening and tightening of stockings around the ankles.

the maximum shape

I want to have sex

"It's a good tack."

[That's right, old man] I'm into stockings these days, too.]

"Nylon is the best. In that sense, today's Curses."

Oh, the Mustang on top is pretty.]

"Which one, this one?”

[Yes. Moonjung, buy me one. Cream color. It will look good on you.]

"Cream color OK, ········ Anything else."

[Mint long coat, surgical denim boot cut. And a tea lady-style dress full of my personal feelings.]

"You son of a gun, it's too much of a blessing.”

What do you know about fashion? It'll go well with your stockings.]

"I put it in my shopping basket."

If Moon-jung says he'll buy clothes, he'll veto them, so he has to buy them himself.

I paid collectively for what my vocal cords had steamed and entered the mecca colorpia of the wild snow.

Before I met Oiji, I thought I should make my condition best by getting rid of some coupe liquid with wild snow.

Wrap it up according to your law. I've collected seven episodes."

Are you flirting? Do you have an erection? Do you want to have sex?

But there's no woman. There's no money, no background, no power, you don't have power, do you?

The only place you can rely on is the yard, right?

But the ruckus betrayed you, didn't it?

Leave it to me. I'll untie the strawberries for you. Very cool!

While watching the second half of "Push according to your law," a KakaoTalk message appeared in the top menu window.

What are you doing?]

She often stops by Heaven after work these days.

I'm not coming here to be caressed, but when Tae-hyung is in the store, the three of us are eating or peeling our vocal cords and nozzles. Joo Se-hee was now able to hear the voice even if her vocal cords did not emit sound like Moon Jeong.

I came to Garosu-gil for the first time in my life, drinking a cup of coffee from an adult and watching a wild snowstorm.

Joo Se-hee [with your girlfriend?]

No, I'm with my vocal cords.

Joo Se-hee [I have many things to do]

[If you're bored, come out]

Joo Se-hee [I'm not bored, I'm so angry that I can't eat]

It was the real name of Barbara Bob 03, the stalker of Oh Sung-chun and Ju Se-hee.

The man was found to be guilty of attempted murder and two counts of rape and murder of a married woman suspected of being a suspect in the investigation, including the attempted murder of Joo Se-hee and the invasion of a special residence.

I thought it was quite a big event, but it only appeared in Internet articles, but it was never reported on TV news.

According to Sunkyung's sister, South Korea will be reporting as little as possible on cases related to ethnic Koreans because of the THAAD system.

Perhaps because of that, the prosecution demanded life imprisonment, but the trial resulted in a 17-year sentence. Even that's in a situation where this wretched bastard will be commuted for appealing.

That's why Joo Se-hee is properly upset these days.

I said come out for air.

Joo Se-hee. [That's enough. Do you want to do an event tomorrow? I need to relieve my stress.

Joo Se-hee's event was a guest boy play.

It was an event that impotence vocal cords did for Joo Se-hee - for her own sake - during her lifetime.

When two people play rice cake after casting a specialized sex book for invited men through an Internet cafe or SNS, I play the role of listening to Joo Se-hee while filming a video clip for her personal collection. You shouldn't put peppers on between them.

I've done it about five times so far.

A professional guest does not ask or question anything, but only has sex. I asked to have a drink out of curiosity about their lives, but no one responded.

But what's really painful about this is that, you son of a vocal cords, you're a true sexer who can also listen to NTR, but I think NTR is becoming boring.

Of course, I also had quite fun the first two times. But after curiosity was satisfied, all that remained was unpleasantness.

No matter how much Joo Se-hee is a vocal girlfriend, she has already become attached to Jung.

However, the players, Sung-dae and Joo Se-hee, were crazy about it, so they were holding back tears and eating semen.

I have to tell you today.

I don't want to do the event anymore.

Joo Se-hee [Why]

[Huh? Why?]

[I was wondering if I was just living a life of debauchery]

Joo Se-hee is sitting with a shit.

You're sitting there with your mouth shut.

[Laughing out loud, you crazy people!]

Joo Se-hee, when do you have time?]

I really can't do this. You're my girl!]

Joo Se-hee. [Oh, I'm not going to say anything harsh. Can I say something for the last time?]

[I'm going to lower the water level.

Joo Se-hee [Stop talking nonsense]

Stop chewing gum in the order of noise.]

"Hey, real NTR is not my cup of tea."

The vocal cords growled with eyes that looked like a noble looking down on a nobleman.

You think I did my job for this? Don't forget that you're just a sex toy that connects Sehee and me. Just like a textile mill that ran day and night during the Industrial Revolution in the 18th century, just do what you're told to do.]

Three people I'll never catch up with.

Jisunkyung, Gamseongdae, Joo Sehee.

Yeah, go to proletarian NTR.

[I'm supposed to meet Hayeon tomorrow, so let's do it the day after tomorrow]

Joo Se-hee [OK]

***

I stopped near Gasan Digital Complex Station, where Oji's shopping mall office is located, and waited for her.

He came out a little later than the appointed time.

"I'm sorry, brother. I was just trying to help clean up."

"No, it's okay."

It was a simple look with shiny Leja Skinny pants, a night jacket, and a beanie, but the clothes are definitely different.

Did you decide on the menu? I want to eat Sindang-dong Tteokbokki.

I felt a certain sense of pride in the expression of izzi getting into the car.

They had dinner at Sindang-dong with instant tteokbokki and drank wine at a sky lounge near Dongdaemun. It was a window seat with a view of the night view of Design Plaza, Migliore, and Duta.

I opened my eyes at the age of thirty-four. He didn't seem to care much about his age.

When he went in for a drink and two drinks, he was busily carried away and chatted about himself.

It was my dream to be a stewardess, but I gave up because of my height. (I think I didn't get good grades because I graduated from an unknown college.) Now I am studying at a fashion academy and working as a fitting model. My dream is to set up a shopping mall under my name.

He couldn't stand still in the middle of his conversation. Laughing at the rhythm of the flowing jazz music or chatting with someone.

According to the reconnaissance of the vocal cords, most of them were fishing grounds management of older brothers and friends of the opposite sex.

And I went in and out of the chat room where my same-sex friends gathered, and I was bragging about my work in the cafe as if it were a useless story. He even posted a picture of Phorung, who was taken in front of the tteokbokki house, and a picture of the wine table that he is drinking now.

I didn't have a boyfriend.

"Oh, what do you do?"

He asked as he turned his cell phone over on the table.

When I told him that I was the manager of a bar called Amazones in Cheongdam-dong, I was surprised to see the sign.

"There's a lot of girls around, right?”

"Huh? Does it look like that?"

"Yes."

"Haha. I don't think it's as good as you.”

He answered back with a sneaky look on his face.

"Huh? No, it's not. There's no man around me.”

Of course, he didn't look mean and cute.

a matter of great

Let's get the mood up.

"Take off your beanie for a second."

"Huh? Why?"

He is already taking off his hat even though he asks again. Shake off the bangs and organize them.

"Why, why?"

"No, just because you're cute. Your hair looks good on you. Not everyone can be a fitting model."

There are many pretty girls around you, right? It's a lot, isn't it?"

"The more beautiful women there are, the better.”

"You're a playboy, aren't you?"

"You don't like that style?"

"As long as it's not my boyfriend. It doesn't matter."

He takes a sip of wine and rolls his eyes lightly.

sit with an air of importance

"There must be a lot of handsome people around in terms of fashion. Do you have any pictures of boys?”

When I ask, he picks up his cell phone and flip through the photo album and shows me a picture of a man. He kindly explained who he was and who he was.

Thanks to you, I put the table between me and my face was close together.

The front is also the front, but the line next to the face is amazing.

"This brother had a short relationship and then broke up.”

He was a man with a sweet, sweet smell.

"Why did you break up?"

"You're so obsessive."

"Oh, you don't like obsessive men, do you?"

izzie frowned as if she had eaten something ugly, perhaps her memory at the time.

"Oh, I'd rather be a playboy than an obsessive person."

"I'm not obsessed at all."

"I think so.”

I got a feeling.

I carelessly touched his mushroom tips as I fixed my eyes on the cell phone screen. I don't care. He even tilted his face a little towards me.

And the manager's sister's voice rang that her likability rose to A.

"Would you like another bottle? Or should we move?"

When asked, he gently patted his hair and shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't care. Do whatever you want."

"I really do what I want to do?"

"Yes."

I straightened my posture and searched for a nearby hotel on my phone.

I yawned to see if my vocal cords were tired.

I can't call you as a substitute because it's a two-seater, so let's go where we can walk.]

Oh, I see.

You should change the car or something, Won.

Let's see…········ Where do you like?" ········…."

Okay. The hotel. Five minutes on foot.

"Mr. Ozzy, let's get out of here we go. Move, move."

"Where are you going?"

"Let's go to the hotel and have another glass of wine."

"Hotel, ······?"

"Yes, it's right in front."

Once again, the cute little snooper took his cell phone and bag.

an end

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