Pervert King Seong Gui Nam

After the unusually eventful autumn, when the cold wind brushed my cheeks coldly, I missed the warm heart of Samlip hoppang in December.

In its sixth month of opening, Amazones has become a hot place in Cheongdam-dong.

No matter how booming the show was, less than three months after its opening, Ji Sun-kyung's investment was fully repaid, and the number of caressors doubled.

As a result, it is now said that it should be operated as a complete membership.

When I went to Heaven, there were rumors that there was a "God's Hand" that looked less good, but one massage was amazing, and that's me. There are some wives who come to get a massage.

Considering the income of the past three months, I think I can buy Porsche (of course, installments) with the money I earn.

Every time the number of people engraved in their bank accounts increased, bricks piled up on their shoulders and confidence in life soared up in the sky, each time, they remained modest by repeating "I am a piece of cake" under the leadership of the vocal cords.

"Vocal cords, life is too easy. It's not about the meat restaurant, but we're going to build a building.”

Oh, you've lost your temper. What is Sung Gwi Nam?]

"It's a piece of shit, damn it."

[Okay, one more time!]

"Bonjwa is a piece of shit!"

[All right, Won Motham!]

"I'm the best shit in Korea! Hahahahahahahaha!

[Are you laughing?]

"No, I'm just smiling, but I'm humbling in my heart."

Of course, he was a tyrant who gave up humility on his bed to satisfy his partner.

If I wash a bottle of Hercules, I feel refreshed even if I sleep only for an hour, so I'm spending a more fruitful day than before.

Among them, the biggest achievement is that I go to boxing gym steadily.

I've filled two months now, and I've been going out five times a week.

Boxing is a personal exercise and the curriculum is fixed, so it was enough to go out at any time and for an hour. Whenever he had a chance, he was told by coaches that he was getting a good angle compared to the period of exercise because he was getting a posture correction from his vocal cords.

The gym is 5 minutes away from home until 11 p.m.

At 9:30, I left home in light sportswear.

The boxing gym I was thinking about was a shabby gym where Hungry spirit wakes up as it appears in tomorrow's Joe, a former champ but now a drunken man, says, "Haha, the era of boxing is over. Just get out of the way." What a hot atmosphere, I went to a sophisticated gym reminiscent of an aerobic field. It's all like this these days.

In addition, there are many young women in the evening because the main customer base is "filoxing (Philates + Dance + Boxing), which requires diet and physical fitness rather than promising players preparing for the program.

If you look at the proportion, it's about 2 men and 1 woman. There are more women in the same place than fat women. Good eye dishes, good situations, sistar, Sugoi, and Beautiful. The idea is that a woman who exercises is always right.

In particular, when you see a ponytail woman in leggings and sleeveless shirts sweating bare-handed squats, you often think that you want to crawl into a rear shell as if you were going through a barbed wire and be inserted without even the ghost knowing.

Of course, it's just a delusion, and there's not even a woman who actually talks.

The vocal cords baby told me to concentrate on exercising here because the gym is a sacred place, and I also did not want to sow seeds anymore in Sancheon-dong, the neighborhood of Munjeong and Hayeon.

"Hello."

"Yeah, you're here.”

He greeted the male officials with acquaintances, including the coach, and immediately began stretching.

Stretching - Jump rope ->Shadow->Sandbag->Finishing jump rope and stretching.

After finishing three sets of jump rope and eye shadow each, he received a bandage from a trainer and then went on to hit a sandbag.

Late in the day, people were slowly falling out and coaches were starting to exercise.

I didn't need a coach to look at my posture.

The reason is

[Hey, oxygen break, chew, left arm guard! Guard! How many times do you got! Stretch it out and stick it right on!]

Because he's here.

Whenever you come to the gym, you're very outspoken.

[Sandbag and distance control!] How can I win an Olympic gold medal?]

I don't want to win a gold medal more than a hundred times." I'm not going to participate in the competition, and I'm not going to participate in the Olympics.

Nevertheless, this crazy bastard lashes me with all the bad comments Gordon Ramsay has made.

Is boxing a joke? Are you on a picnic? If you're going to do this, give it up now! The speed at which the poop rises from the clogged toilet will be faster than your fist! Why, if you're going to do this, can you let me know the day before? I'm going to punch you tomorrow, so you can avoid it on your own, okay?

Then I think of the sandbag as a vocal chords and go to sleep.

Puck! Puck! Puck!

Hey, hey. You have to be cursed to do it properly. He was a great slave! Call your mom and ask her. Where are the slave documents that have been handed down from my family for generations?

"You can't hit the pad lips, it's a piece of gas."

It was a time when I was answering back with ventriloquism, biting my molars tightly.

"Oh, you can go to the competition.~”

It was the only trainer in the gym who came to me throwing lip service while playing sandbags in the corner.

I am in my early to mid 30s. He is said to have won an amateur competition.

In the meantime, we were just greeting each other, but interest in me has increased a lot since a few days ago, whether it has been under the influence of pheromones. As a result of watching, I felt that I was hovering around the young male officials.

The full color of his face made him shine.

When I grabbed a shaky sandbag and gave him a nod, he smiled softly, saying, "I don't think I saw him yesterday."

I just finished the set of three minutes, so I accepted the conversation to take a break.

"I came here yesterday morning.”

"Oh, that's why you couldn't see me. Did you have dinner?”

"Not yet. I'll eat it afterwards."

"I have banana milk. Would you like one?"

I think you're making a direct bet on this. Do you want me to take it?

Do you want me to send you a cuckoo?

"Well, I shouldn't drink that banana milk."

"Why? Do you take care of your weight?"

"No, banana milk makes you fall in love. Hahahahahahaha.

"Oh, oh, oh. I didn't think so."

It meant that it was dull.

It doesn't matter.

It was a bad joke to get that kind of reaction anyway.

"Give it to me. I'll have a crush on you after eating it."

"I suddenly don't want to give it to you.”

Let go of the subject.

"Wow, that's cheap."

I have a good sense of letting go.

"Okay, wait a minute."

Hung-heung, laughing, she walked toward the staff's office. I feel this every time I see it, but my hips just stand out like a ball.

I saw her chin up at the time of her admission, and I was a warrior strong enough to easily digest 10 of them, which I could only do four. He always wears sleeveless shirts and sports leggings that show his body shape. As expected, the attacking butt was the point.

I was originally an anti-leggings slave of stocking, but I think I've gotten a little better taste here. Besides her, many other women enjoyed wearing leggings, but looking at her tight hips and ankles slightly exposed above her sneakers, I thought leggings were a pretty good sexy prop. It is better to cover the entire leg than the length of the shorts that show the calves.

The butt is also the butt, but the beauty of leggings is the axe mark.

The small span gap that doesn't work as if it's being caught or caught, and runs back when it approaches, stimulates the man's imagination so much.

Look at his eyes. The upcoming 2020 Tokyo Olympics is also ruined. I spent a lot of money cutting off the gym to win the gold medal, and I was just sitting around with a girl.

"Crazy, you're not going to the Olympics." ········ And I paid for it with my own money.

I answered back quietly.

"I can't let you be a sexist when you're standing on my hands and doing this."

[What are you going to do when we have to meet Ha Yeon later?] You're going to keep it and do it later?]

"Well, shouldn't you? I'll just have to get the number.”

After a while, she took the jar milk from the office and peeled it off by herself, then put a straw in the milk entrance and handed it to her.

"Oh, thank you."

The fingers that were receiving the milk touched each other and the windows opened. I took a sip and checked.

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- Name: Joo Hyun-seo

Age: 33

Height: 162cm

- Weight: 45kg

- Like Me: A

- sexual desire: A (bellar buff)

- sex opening index: A (barrier buff)

- St. Fantasy: Sudden sex while sparring with gym members.

Pinpoint: Knee

- TIP: I got it right. Today is the peak day of ovulation when anyone wants to have sex. I'll run away alone, peeping at the bodies of the male members for hours. If there is a proper atmosphere and place to avoid others' eyes, it is possible right now.

Recommendation: "Is there a place in the gym where people don't come?”

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No wonder you're so hot today.

Now that I had just been considering the axe, my eyes naturally turned to her place and, alas, I saw it.

the crevice of vertical creases chewing on the span

It was such a big pie that I wondered if he intentionally dragged it in to seduce me.

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Why, if you don't have one, will you introduce it to me?”

"What kind of style do you like?”

"Who's got a good appearance?"

"How am I on your side?”

Her eyes scan me closely up and down.

"Well, I wish I could have bulked up a little bit more." ··· What, just the cutline?

"That's good, then."

"What?"

"No, just."

Joo Hyun-seo, what kind of clams does she have?

Are you ragged or chubby?

Of course it's sticky.

Just as a woman who went to a black man does not return, some say that a man who has tasted the muscular pressure of an athlete does not return. Of course, he just made it up.

Let's stop here for today and finish the exercise with sex.]

On the ring, I could hear the sound of banging, banging, and hitting. There is also a sound of jumping rope.

The members, who often witnessed her conversation with the members without hesitation, were concentrating on their own movements this time again.

Her desire for sexuality was confirmed to be 120%. They're telling us that we can do it right now, so why are you dragging your feet?

After looking around, I moved my hand toward Joo Hyun-seo's axe. If you stretch out too fast, you'll avoid it reflectively. So, make sure to fly like a butterfly. Like a bee.

-Thud

After touching the gap between the axes and scratching the clitoris a couple of times, she paused for a moment with a barely audible excitement and a nasal sound.

He looks around in bewilderment and looks at me.

I asked calmly.

"Is there a place in here where people don't come?”

"Yes, ··?"

"I can lock the door and people don't come.”

"Oh, laundry room?"

"Washing room, ··. I'll go ahead."

"What?"

I took her hand and took it to Junior, whispering like a rasp.

"Sex ···."

The laundry room was like a small warehouse on the left right after the entrance. It was small enough to fit just one washing machine and two people, and as it went inside, it went down to the ceiling, so I remember employees bowing their heads and putting in and taking out the laundry.

I went in first, turned on the light, and a few seconds later she followed me in.

"Lock the door."

-Tick!

"Is no one really coming here?"

"Yes, it usually doesn't come unless you're doing the laundry." ······· But really, here?"

Her face was stained with flush and excitement.

Let's go for a 10-minute course short time.

"You don't have to worry about getting pregnant because I can't get her pregnant because I tied her up."

"Oh, oh."

Joo Hyun-seo nods in a daze.

I put my finger between the axe marks, kissing without hesitation.

"H-H-H-H-H!"

an end

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