Excellent beauty's personal security guard

Stepping out of the well-designed and decorated bath, he reached out and grabbed a bath towel to wrap himself tightly. Ikeda yumeichi stepped on wooden clogs with bare feet and an uncertain look on his face and walked out of the bathroom.

How time flies! I'm almost thirty years old. However, this proud figure is still flawless, and her curly long hair with water vapor is like black waves, scattered on her tall, round and fragrant shoulders. The two arms not wrapped by the bath towel are greasy and clean, like two sections of jade lotus root, spotless and soft as bone. A pair of apricot eyes are dark and watery, with fascinating autumn eyes from time to time. Two full and red lips are like ripe peaches, and the snow-white thighs are plump and elastic. The toes of ten green onions stepping on the clogs are round and crystal, and the toenails are stained with black nail oil. It seems that they are not present when walking around, which makes people daydream.

My father is old and can't control the giant yuan carriage of Hongdao society. As long as he promised to transfer his dozens of song and dance towns, restaurants, restaurants, shops and companies, he could do a lot of things he wanted to do.

At the thought of this, Yumi Ikeda couldn't help sighing. The old man's temper was rather inflexible, but it wasn't so easy to deal with.

There is a man waiting in the living room. He is Ichiro Suzuki, general manager of Mitsubishi group. He is also the person who has the most contact with Yumi Ikeda these days. Suzuki Ichiro is about 40 years old. He is tall and burly with a clear face. Now he sees Yumi Ikeda walking down the stairs wrapped in a bath towel and staring at her wantonly, as if two fire groups were burning on her curvy body.

Ikeda Yumei walked up to him, stretched out a slender index finger and gently touched his well maintained face. Jiaoman smiled, and two amorous nets were scattered in his black and bright eyes, firmly covering him“ Ichiro, has that been done? "

With a tight look on his face, Ichiro Suzuki whispered, "it's really difficult to do this, miss. Those financial personnel are my father's people. Besides, without the order of your excellency Ikeda, even my father doesn't count. "

Ikeda Yumei slowly sat down and pulled out a lady's cigarette from the cigarette box on the tea table. The "pa" sound was like a small phrase, and a jumping flame appeared in Ichiro Suzuki's hand.

Ikeda Yumei met her rosy lips, picked up a cigarette end, took a deep breath, then held it between her two plain fingers and slowly spit out a dark smoke ring. The round smoke circle ran out of her soft lips and rushed to Ichiro Suzuki's cheek. The hot smoke was quite provocative, which surprised Ichiro Suzuki first and then delighted. The repressed desire rose rapidly.

Now, he wants to take his favorite beauty into his arms, peel her round shoulders and crystal body out of the bath towel like a bamboo shoot, and caress Ikeda Yumei affectionately. However, looking at Ikeda Yumei's face, his lips trembled. The idea turned in his mind and dissipated quickly.

Ikeda gave him a charming look, stretched out her white and tender fingers, gently moved her lips to his ears, gently bit his earlobe, and murmured, "Ichiro, I know what you think. As long as you do this well, we will have the capital of a happy life. At that time, I will be your man! "

Immersed in the ocean of fantasy, Ichiro Suzuki felt the gentle breath of Yumi Ikeda and nodded involuntarily.

"But not yet. We still have a lot to do. Later... This is your home, the palace where you live extravagantly..." Yumei Ikeda breathed out like orchid. The breath from her small mouth made Ichiro Suzuki's neck hot, and she couldn't help shaking all over.

Ichiro Suzuki was facing Yumei Ikeda's face. His tongue turned and trembled and said, "Yumei, can I... Can I..."

"Pa..." Yumei Ikeda raised her hand and slapped Ichiro Suzuki in the face. Just now it was a gentle little hand, but now it was like five hard iron bars. Five red marks lit up on Ichiro Suzuki's face.

"You..." Ichiro Suzuki looked at Yumi Ikeda's beautiful face, which was getting colder and colder. He couldn't help covering his face and asked in doubt.

"Me what me? Didn't I tell you? Not yet. You have to get things done before we can be together. What are you doing now? Don't don't know your priorities... "Ikeda's voice became cold and said with an angry look in her eyes.

Ichiro Suzuki nodded helplessly and said, "well, I'll go back and do what you want, but you have to hurry up..."

When he said this, Yumi Ikeda put on a smile again, slowly raised the hand that had left a trace on his face, gently stroked his face, and said softly, "Ichiro, don't doubt me or blame me. I'm all for our good. Now I'm really not in the mood. Go back to work, I'll send someone to deliver what you need. "

Looking at the figure of Ichiro Suzuki leaving, Yumi Ikeda raised her hand and wiped her beautiful red lips. She gave a low Pooh: "Pooh, toad wants swan meat and doesn't look at yourself in the mirror."

With disdainful eyes, he kept staring at Ichiro Suzuki and walked out of the door. Until the sound of the car engine came, Yumi Ikeda turned and went upstairs.

In a spacious and luxurious room on the second floor, only a small light at the head of the bed was turned on because the curtains were pulled. The light in the room is very dark. It is a twilight like lilac. It gives a little mystery to people's expression and skin. The hazy air of cigar and perfume mixed with the smell of the feeling makes the whole quiet space exciting and suffocating. This is exactly the environment and atmosphere that the Chinese man likes. In order to please him, Ikeda Yumei spent a lot of money to rearrange her boudoir.

The man's waist is tied with a thin gray towel, and his strong body with clear lines exudes the masculine charm of a man. He was smoking a big American cigar, spitting out a white and thick smoke circle with satisfaction, leaning against the head of the bed, but his eyes were fixed on the beautiful woman who pushed the door in.

"The man is gone?" The man smiled with Yumei Ikeda, who had just entered the door, and stretched out his hand to pat the position beside him.

Ikeda looked at her charmingly, twisted her waist, walked to her side, slowly leaned over, sat beside him, a pair of white, tender and round thighs across the satin sheet, smiled at the man and said, "this annoying guy actually wanted to take advantage of me and was slapped away by me..."

The man said anxiously, "what? How can you do that? Even if you take the transfer form from your father and want to really control those big enterprises, you have to have a talent like Ichiro Suzuki... "

Ikeda Yumei's swaying strong round hips leaned more shamelessly against the man. He turned his face and giggled at the man: "don't worry, I know what to do. This guy can't escape my palm. Ha ha... "

"Really?" The man took her hand and touched it gently. A pair of glowing eyes slipped around her newly washed mature body and said meaningfully, "Yumei, I can't stay here for a long time. How's the other thing going?"

As he spoke, the man's fingers gently picked under her armpit, and the bath towel wrapped around the trip was scattered. Her snow-white skin was exposed in front of the man. It was so fresh and tender, like a peeled white bamboo shoot.

The look in the man's eyes was more and more eager, as if he could never see her mature body that could drip water juice. He slowly stretched out his hands and covered Ikeda Yumei's body. At this moment, the woman was like a gentle and considerate little sheep. However, thinking that after he left, he might never have a chance to gallop on her, and the man couldn't help getting excited again.

Ikeda extended her body, twisted her waist and put herself in the best position. Her neck was propped up. Under her fluffy hair was a beautiful face with a great style. The jade carved double peaks were slightly upturned. Everything showed that her life was at the time of youth and prosperity.

Her eyes mistily looked at the man on her, her small mouth gently spit out a mouthful of aroma, and she said softly, "Zhang zhejun, you really took me just now... Why do you want it now?"

"Ha ha, my little cat, was it delicious just now?" The man looked at her with appreciation, smiled and stroked her with his hands: "you are a smart and beautiful woman. Of course, I know I need you now. Similarly, you need my love, don't you? "

"I really... Really need your love. Zhang zhejun, come and love me. I know when and what I should do... "Said Ikeda Yumei, slowly closing her eyes and pursing her red cherry lips.