Chapter 293 Check

The sun shone into the room through the gauze curtain. Another battle of ups and downs has just started, which has completely released the desires that I have accumulated since Ivanka and Trump left.

This woman may not be as good as Ivanka and Trump, and her appearance is slightly worse than Ivanka and Trump, but it is undeniable that this woman is definitely a beauty on the bed that a normal man is looking at. Her plump breasts are more than one number than Ivanka. Trump. She can make the two towering mountains tightly clamp the little Kwame and Brown. Her plump buttocks make her accent look deeper. When she sits on you and starts up and down, you can feel the sexyness of her body through her buttocks.

I was fascinated by her, I was deeply fascinated by her, I have experienced many women, but this woman is the one that fascinates me the most among the women I have experienced. If she is my...

I raised my pillow, sat up slowly, leaned my back on it, gently stroked the charming woman's black hair with my hands, and asked gently, "Can you tell me your name?"

The woman smiled, and she was a little intoxicated. She gently spit out a few words: "Kim Kardashian!"

ah?

I was stunned! The thoughts I had just now disappeared immediately. What a familiar name. This is a name that makes all men crazy. In the ranking of all otaku goddesses, I believe that this name will definitely rank among the top, perhaps not as good as Teacher Cang and Teacher Wu, who are both virtuous and skillful, but they are definitely also famous as the big shots in the world. They are also famous as the Hilton sisters.

I immediately cut off my idea of ​​bringing her into the ranks of confidants. Although I was obsessed with her, I didn't want the hat on my head to turn pure green.

"You are really great! Paris is really right! You are the best man I have ever seen!" There were countless little stars in Kim Kardashian's eyes. The eyes she looked at me were full of obsession, and her face was filled with endless satisfaction.

In a speechless manner, I actually contacted Paris Hilton again.

"I think we should get up and we should go eat something!" I lifted the cashmere quilt and walked out of bed, and began to look for clothes thrown by Kim Kardashian.

Kim Kardashian was sitting up on the bed and said in confusion: "You can order takeout later, why should you go out for dinner?"

"I still have training today. I need to go to the stadium and wait for the takeaway. I don't know what time it is? I have to go quickly! In addition, we will also go to Salt Lake City in the afternoon."

Going to Salt Lake City is true, but training is a lie, and I have to lie. Although I am addicted to this woman's **, I feel a little uncomfortable when I think of the series of names of men behind this woman. And if the reporter photographed me being with her, I don't know if Ivanka and Trump would poke a hole in the sky.

I put on my clothes, looked at the pitiful Kim Kardashian sitting on the bed, and said hello: "I'll go first!" I turned around and turned to walk out.

"Do you really dislike me? Do you regret going to bed with me last night?" An angry voice came from behind.

Sometimes I am so mean. Even though I want to stay away from her, I always don’t want the other party to think that I don’t like her, although it’s just a one-night stand.

I stopped, turned around, walked to the bed again, bent down, and reached into Kim. Kardashian's red lips, trying to kiss her.

Kim Kardashian turned her head aside and avoided my kiss. I was a little embarrassed, but this was something I asked myself. My hurry to leave was no different from those unfaithful men who lifted their pants and refused to recognize others. It was normal for Kim Kardashian to shake her face. Even I look down on myself a little bit, but when I think of how many men have entered the body of the woman in front of me, and how many people will enter the body of this woman again in the future, I feel my chest is blocked. This may be a common problem for men - desire to control!

I sat on the bed again and gently hugged Kim Kardashian, who was embracing the cashmere quilt from behind her, and Jin Kardashian was struggling with anger, trying to escape from my arms.

I hugged her hard, kissed her earlobe with my lips, and said a lie against my will: "Dear, I really need to train hard. If I stay in bed with you all day, my competitive state will decline very quickly. I don't think you want to see a me who is like a candid on the court!"

Kim Kardashian turned her head and looked at me, glaring at my eyes and said angrily: "Don't think I don't know. You are resting this morning. You are going to Salt Lake City in the afternoon. You are completely perfunctory!"

"No! Dear, I didn't treat you perfunctorily, I really didn't treat you perfunctorily. You can go to investigate. I have to go to train the next morning after each competition. Only by training hard can I keep improving, only by getting a big contract, and only by making more money. Baby, if you want to believe me, you must believe me..." I kept saying sweet words to try to save the image in her heart that had become very hateful.

"But..." Kim Kardashian opened her mouth and wanted to say something, and I immediately blocked her red lips with my big mouth.

I had a desire to continue my passion, but reason made me let her go, forcing my brain to keep giving myself an instruction: This is just a one-night stand, don't be too serious, and after comforting her, go away quickly.

After the long wet French kiss, I held Kim Kardashian's cheeks in both hands and said affectionately: "Baby, I am very obsessed with you, but I have to leave you now. Can you understand me?"

Kim Kardashian had a sense of reluctance in her eyes, but she nodded firmly. I kissed the woman's lips again.

Finally, the beauty of Kim Kardashian was settled. I stood up, tidied up my clothes, turned my head and made a blowing kiss with Kim Kardashian, pushed open the door and walked out.

Dennis Rodman and Lonnie Baxter had long been missing where they went. I found the car in the parking lot, sat in it, held the steering wheel with both hands, and recalled the little things that happened last night.

Excited! Or regret?

Maybe it's a bit! The excitement is because I conquered a dream goddess of all the otakus in later generations. Her charming ** made me unable to stop; regret is because I was afraid that Kim Kardashian would pester me in the future, causing Ivanka Trump to misunderstand me and her happy life.

I slapped the steering wheel hard, picked up the phone, and called my agent David Hunter:

"David, do you know Kim Kardashian?"

"Can you help me find someone to check her private life! The focus is on her daily life, including her emotional life, and even marriage..."

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Chapter completed!