Rhode Island Park Project

W: "Oh, Mistress?"

“That’s no problem.”

He put his arm around Ascalon's waist in a dignified manner and said, "Of course the bunny girls at the banquet are there to accompany the guests."

W twitched the corner of his mouth.

"Accompany them to drink? Can you make them both smile?"

"..."

Turn around.

"..."

"..."

Doberman moved the corners of his mouth in a meaningful way, but Kal'tsit's face didn't move at all.

"Tsk, go get the props."

"Oh!"

W also immediately became excited, "What about last time?"

“Optimized the powerful version.”

"Ooh!"

W looked at Kal'tsit with an expressionless face, and his expression suddenly became playful.

"Wait,"

She leaned her head in front of Kal'tsit, flicked the wind with her palm, and her expression immediately became ambiguous.

She looked at Luo Hang.

"Have you filled this up?"

"The same goes for you later."

"Then you have to come with more~"

Leading the way into his bedroom, he purposefully hugged Askalon and sat down on the edge of the bed. He leisurely held the mature and cold Sarkaz on his legs, and put his face on the side of Askalon's hair. While sniffing the imperceptible scent of the woman, his hands slowly wandered along the mature body in his arms, and he looked at the three women who were taking off their clothes in front of him with interest.

"The clothes are all in the box on the lower left. You can check the sizes and put them in your own box when you are done."

W took a look at the huge wardrobe embedded in the wall in front of her, with neatly arranged grids and each one labeled with a name. Although it was not the first time she had seen it, she still couldn't help but complain:

"Is your wardrobe big enough?"

"If it's not enough, just add more."

That makes sense, /*Kazdel swears*/.

As pieces of clothing were thrown onto the carpet, the scenery in the room gradually became more charming.

What should I say...

There was the sound of bottles clinking outside the open door.

Ah, there is.

This is the wine pool and meat forest!

Chapter 500 party.avi

The first thing that needs to be made clear is that -

The main reason why bunny girls have become a popular and well-received romantic costume is that it has a crucial relationship with the bunny, or at least it can be said that something is better than nothing.

Replacing the rabbit with a cat, or a horned demon... the Sarkaz, in essence, is not much different.

The real focus of the bunny girl's image should be -

The jumpsuit is cut high to the hip triangle line, showing the entire leg to the maximum extent. It is paired with various styles of stockings, tights, and fishnet stockings, and high heels are added to further lengthen the leg lines. The final result is an excellent visual effect that half of the person is legs.

Although it only covers important parts of the body like a bikini, the one-piece style covers more of the torso, which subconsciously draws people's attention to the legs that are already highlighted in various ways.

Just find a nice photo of a bunny girl, and see if you can resist looking at her legs, and then give up resistance and focus your eyes on her legs, you will probably be able to experience the feeling...↑↑↑.

As for the succubus.

Adding some seductive cutouts to the bunny girl's bodysuit and replacing it with horns and a tail actually creates a very classic succubus look.

The main reason why I have to say so much in a nearly argumentative way is of course -

Catgirl Kelsey expressionless and slightly blushing: "Please eat, master." (being touched on the leg)

Catwoman Mandela: "Meow——" (being touched on the legs)

Succubus Style·W·Licking lips: "Do you want to drink the wine here (pushing breasts)?" (being touched on the legs)

Cold and reserved, but wearing a black bunny girl high ponytail style, Doberman: "(pouring wine for the hostess, silently being touched on the legs and pinched on the buttocks by the host)"

The main reason is of course -

Being surrounded by pairs of long legs, and being able to touch them at will, and feeling like I can’t touch enough, is really awesome!

This has nothing to do with whether you are a leg control freak or not. Faced with this stunning sight that is the culmination of fashion design, human psychology, male psychology, and slaanesh psychology, no man can resist it!

——It’s simply irresistible!

Kal'tsit stuffed food into his mouth expressionlessly, and he adjusted the remote control on the light screen with a dignified manner.

"—"

Then, he clearly felt Kal'tsit's leg tremble.

Except for Mandela, those who were indifferent and those who enjoyed it (referring to W alone) had more or less blushes on their faces.

The reason, of course, was what he had said before, all the props were already installed.

Kal'tsit got W after W's unremitting efforts. Of course, this is not his bad taste, haha.

He had pretended to be the 'Mistress' Ascalon, and he did the remaining two by himself.

Anyway, judging by the scene before him, the three large icebergs had already begun to melt somewhat. He had always believed that when iceberg-like women began to melt slightly, their faces would still maintain a cold and indifferent expression. However, the body's reaction, which was not controlled by their will, had already caused a crimson crept onto their cheeks.

The icy cold of the low temperature and the crimson of peach blossoms in early spring intertwine to create the most beautiful and alluring scene!

"Your plan is to choke him to death?"

W looked at Kal'tsit, whose face was expressionless and legs were stretched straight, and sneered with schadenfreude. "This intensity is not going to be pleasant. If you knock over the plate, shouldn't there be some kind of punishment?"

"I'm just doing my duty of service."

Kal'tsit's tone remained calm.

"cut,"

W turned around and said, "Hey, kitten, pour me some wine, lest your precious master really gets choked to death by that black-hearted doctor."

Mandela looked at W as he said this while crossing his arms, making his chest look very crowded, as if he was about to squeeze out of the succubus outfit which was not restrictive to begin with, then he looked down at himself.

His face turned dark.

"Who are you?"

W tilted his head.

"Then you come?"

Pulling the corner of his mouth, he said, "Or do you want to watch your master choke to death?"

Mandela's face darkened even more.

Because of her body shape and status, she was accustomed to sitting on Luo Hang's legs, but this could not change some sad facts.

She reluctantly reached out and took the bottle of red wine on the table and looked at W beside her.

"Squat down."

"Tsk, okay, okay."

Luo Hang's attention was involuntarily drawn to the two of them, and in a blink of an eye he saw the scene of the bright red wine hitting the snow-white skin, shaking and rippling as it accumulated.

Really come? !

W stood up again with a seductive smile on her face and moved closer to him.

"Want a bite? Master~?"

"Gulu."

He wasn't choked by Kal'tsit just now, but this time he almost choked.

But from another perspective, pouring him good wine was really helpful.

You're welcome—

Bow down.

Gulu!

“Does it taste different?”

W was smiling.

He smacked his lips.

"Did you shower before you came?"

"Then I'll run two laps next time?"

"Then forget it..."

W didn't care and continued to curl his lips, loosening his arms.

"Oh, it all flowed into my clothes."

Mandela, who was sitting on Luo Hang's lap, twitched his eyes.

shameless!

nausea!

Luo Hang also rolled his eyes.

"You are not allowed to take off your clothes until you finish eating. What do you expect me to do now?"

Seems right?

W's expression also froze for a moment.

Mandela: Gloating over someone else's misfortune.

Luo Hang simply turned his head.

"Ma'am, please lend me your wine glass."

Ascalon, who was wearing a slim dress that looked like a lady, was stunned for a moment.

Suddenly being called Madam or something like that, she felt a strange feeling in her heart.

She picked up her wine glass and held it in front of Luo Hang. Seeing Luo Hang smiling without even raising his hand to take the wine, she paused for a moment, then consciously held the glass to Luo Hang's lips.

He smiled and took a sip of the deep and crimson wine, while reaching out to lift the face of the woman in front of him, who was already mature and charming, and now looked even more graceful and noble like the hostess of an ancient castle after changing into a lady's attire, and then he clearly aimed at the lips painted with purple lipstick in his sight and kissed them.

"..."

Rather than wondering how to react to this unfamiliar experience, Ascalon instinctively clamped his thighs together.

The feeling seems to be getting stronger. Did the doctor secretly adjust the remote control?

However, her vision moved around, and she clearly saw Luo Hang's fingertips, and the light curtain that did not appear as expected.

The Sarkaz assassin, who was as mature and seductive as a lady in terms of physique and temperament, and who always acted coldly and ruthlessly, frowned and thought seriously about his physical condition for a long time before he came to a conclusion that was hard to believe.

Could it be that I had spoken to the doctor?

Chapter 501 Massage

From 7:12 pm to 4.5 am, these hours finally showed their equally abundant value.