"good"
QuYong took out the key and knocked on the door, and suddenly a cheer came out.
"Brother Xiaoyong, I’ll hang you up."
"Not yet," said Qu Yong with a smile. "Don’t talk yet. Let me say first how long it will take me to go out with the copper face."
The three men were surprised and said, "What?"
"Where to?"
"It should be a day now," Qu Yong said to boss Cao. "The boss wants you to ask for a leave for me at school. Besides, if the summer vacation hasn’t come back yet, can you help me make up an excuse to go to my house?"
Boss Cao lost his way. "Can’t you come back in the summer vacation? What the hell happened? "
QuYong shook his head and said, "I don’t know until now, but I have a strange hunch that it may be a while before I leave this time, but don’t worry, since this copper man didn’t kill me, it means I’m still safe."
"Ok, I see," said Boss Cao, holding Qu Yong’s hand for a long time. "Do you have anything to say to Sisi?"
Qu Yong is also thinking all the way. It is reasonable to say that he is now a four-girl employee with the title of section chief, but he has only been paid for a few months and has not done anything. Now he has to go. No matter whether he is in public or private, he should say hello to four girls, but he really doesn’t know what to say. Anyway, he has spoken in the valley. Finally, he shook his head and said "No"
"Brother Xiaoyong?"
"I’m leaving. You practice well."
"goodbye"
The scene is not as sad as where will you go’s. Boss Cao always feels that this copper-faced man is a parent to take his children back to his hometown father, but no one will think of how many changes will happen and how many things will happen when Qu Yong goes to the end.
A snow-white bedroom is not too big, with a warm bedside lamp and a double bed with some furry cushions. In a corner of the bedroom, a girl of ten years old blinked a pair of inches, and Xu Qiubo was absorbed in looking at the bedroom ceiling, which should have been hung with a crystal chandelier.
But there has never been such a so-called chandelier in this room. From the moment the chandelier base was built, a silver corner instrument was hung. Every corner was like a cornice next to the eaves, and then a rough and thick hemp rope hung from the tip of the cornice. It was very skillful and an incredible trajectory wrapped around a woman.
A naked woman
In this way, I was hung upside down in a strange way.
She looks a bit like Kaede Matsushima, but she looks very beautiful, but she is younger. There are many girls of this age who are famous in Japan or lie in bed to take pictures, but this girl is a bit special. She is hung in the middle of the school.
Chapter one hundred and fifty-five Rope Art Way
The girl’s pretty face with bloodshot brains is slowly reddening with a little rouge, and the taste is more charming. A pair of bloodshot red lips are like dots of Zhu, and then the snow-white neck and chest are like two small bamboo shoots gathering from the flat abdomen, and the fragrant sweat is again divided into two sides, which stimulates the top bud to look more tall and hard.
This is a static dynamic picture.
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"Good" That Mrs. Sakurai is not old at all. Although she painted her lips with heavy powder, it is still difficult to hide her national beauty and beauty. In all fairness, this makeup will paint her old. She is only blessed with a slight tilt of her head. "Watanabe is flattering me. This is my combination of tortoise shell and post-master hands. A binding method must not be Daya Gallery’s disgrace."
"Madam is too modest." That Watanabe gentleman laughed.
Mrs. Sakurai smiled slightly. "Mr. Watanabe, please look at my noose. First, pull out two chest rooms and tie a knot at the belly button, which will not only highlight the charm of women, but also bring more excitement to the model. Then, tie your hands behind your back."
She stretched out her hands and pointed to the ropes all over the model’s body to explain that every place had her design concept. She explained it for almost five or six minutes simply by tying it up.
"It is said that the pursuit of rope division binding method is not only beautiful in appearance, but also brings her a kind of pleasure to enjoy. Only when you have heartfelt pleasure can you tick off the real feeling of the model, then this piece will be complete."
"That’s great. Today is really an eye-opener!" Watanabe did not hesitate to praise himself, but also praised the girl watching in the corner and said, "Miss Naiyue, your mother is really amazing, so you Sakurai family stunts must be carried forward!"
This girl turned out to be Naiyue Sakurai. She nodded slightly and said, "Thank you, Uncle Watanabe!"
And this Watanabe gentleman is the current leader of the Yamaguchi group-Ichir Watanabe. He happened to be a guest at Sakurai’s house today, so Sakurai asked his wife Sakurai Haru to praise this rope skill, and Ichir Watanabe really appreciated it.
This kind of rope skill is bound by professional rope division, which came out during the Japanese shogunate period. The art of showing the beauty of women and bodies by rope binding is called the flower snake road. Of course, more people may want to go to SM. Where is the boundary between the two? There are those who are as professional as ascetics. rope division can only answer it. Because of its complexity and exquisiteness, it requires extraordinary patience, superb talent, understanding and innovation, plus superhuman self-control ability. After all, nude models are beautiful in the face of them. Now there are only a handful of professional rope division who can be called even in Japan.
As we all know, the Japanese erotic industry is very industrialized and stylized. It is possible that whether the filming department or the aid department is professional quality is due to their chastity concept on the one hand and their national rigor on the other.
