It has to be admitted that the reason why Lana was able to become a dancer who many men sought after in Muke Town is indeed her unique side.

When the driver opened the bar door, Lana was surrounded by several men. The reason why the "Golden Key" had a large number of drinkers is closely related to the boss's business philosophy. This guy has always believed that women are the biggest highlights that attract men. Therefore, in the design of the work uniform of the wine girl, he also tried his best to highlight the word "sexy". Although the texture of the white dress is poor, the materials used are very transparent, especially the layer on the surface, which can reflect its dazzling metallic luster in the bar environment. The looming wine girl must be more attractive than a naked woman. Although the ultimate goal of a man is to strip the woman naked, in terms of visual effects, the translucent bikini is indeed the best in triggering the secretion of adrenaline and male hormones.

Lana's white maid's uniform is really small, and the straps on her chest are so thin that they can't be any thin. The group swaying below can barely cover the middle of her legs. The damn black-hearted boss has done the best in mining the fabric and reducing workmanship. When wearing this uniform, any maid in the "Golden Key" bar can only accept half of the reality exposed. A skirt that is too short does not allow girls to make actions like bent over. That way, there is no benefit at all except for allowing guests to see themselves for free.

Men with great alcoholism are really good at teasing women. After discovering the key, more and more men in the "Golden Key" bar began to drop things on the ground, wallets, lighters, necklaces... The most among them are of course empty wine bottles. Under the light and dark light, watching the enchanting girl slowly squat down and pick up various objects she deliberately lost from the ground. Her white thighs and buttocks were visible, especially the fine slits that were carefully blocked between her legs, which made the drinkers feel a perverted urge to see the truth.

When seducing men, you need to pay attention to methods and standards. Lana is well versed in this regard. She never uses a gaudy big red lipstick, but puts a little pink lip gloss with reflective effects on it. Her hair styles are never combed into a unique bun for women, but tied into a lively and cute ponytail. In this way, Lana looks much younger than her actual age. She even cuts the sexy work clothes specified by the black-hearted boss shorter, without having to bend over, as long as she walks a little bigger, the people next to her can clearly see the underwear in the hips.

Lana never refuses the game that the drinkers like most. She always acts differently from other drinkers. She always squats in a straight posture, reaches for a pickup, and then puts the lost object back on the table with a smile. In this process, Lana always carefully reaches out and pulls the hem of the skirt, making a look of shyness that prevents others from seeing her private parts. But in fact, these actions are really redundant, because no matter how she does it, the limitations of the skirt itself are an insurmountable obstacle, and the voyeurist's eyes can always see what they want to see clearly.

This is actually how people are. If Lana acts very well and I take off all the things you want to see, then the voyeur game itself will lose its appeal. Lana looks average, and instead of looking at such a poor-looking drunk, it is better to go out to find a few outstanding women to spend the night on the street. The shyness she deliberately makes has become Lana's biggest temptation capital. Drinkers always secretly guess her actual age, because only young girls who have just debuted have performed this way. For men who are used to seeing and playing, this kind of a little bit of ambiguous women is the existence that best arouses their desires.

Lana seemed at ease at a few tables and a dozen men wandered between them. She always looked red, holding the tray that was holding the wine in one hand, and waving the other hand up and down between her chest and skirt. The purpose was to drive away the palms of the men who were touching her back and forth, so that they would not do too much, so that they would not strip themselves up on the spot. The force of driving and blocking was just right. When touched, men could feel the smoothness of Lana's skin, especially the softness of her breasts and buttocks. There were also some men with rough temperament who would hug Lana directly into their arms and kiss her slightly red face.

The movements always cause laughter in the bar, and Lana quickly broke away from the man's arms with shame and anger. Of course, the advantage cannot be taken in vain. When doing such a thing, the drinkers will put a few copper coins on the table, which is equivalent to tips for taking advantage of the money. Lana never argues about how much money it costs, nor will she ask the other party for money directly. Her hands gently brushed the table, and the coins disappeared at the same time. This tacit understanding made Lana and the men very satisfied. Especially the latter, it also increased the interest in Lana. After all, women who do not bother with how much money it costs are always very likable.

The driver was Lana's regular customer, and it was almost time for Lana to change shifts. She broke free from the arms of an obese old man and slowly stroked her pinched chest. Lana glanced at the other party with resentment, skillfully walked around the tables, and lured the driver through the hall with her eyes. The two of them went to the small room on the second floor behind the bar, one in front and one in the small room on the second floor.

Every wine girl has a similar small room near her work location. It is not large in size and there is no outsmart decoration. She has a bed and a rough wardrobe, and there is no extra thing.

It is certainly not enough to make a lot of money by just teasing your mouth or letting your customers eat tofu. Most of the income of the wine girl comes from further intimate communication with men. They are much more picky than ordinary street girls. Only men who are really attracted to and liked by them can be invited to spend the night together in a small room. Of course, all this is not free.

The driver is a very burly man. He has been in the military camp for several months. In the words of men, this is actually "I will shoot all the accumulated bullets tonight."

The meeting between a man and a woman is very thirsty and desire. Lana feels that her body is about to be rubbed by the driver, and it hurts so much, but this physical pain is completely covered by joy. The powerful impact makes her unable to help but think of the landslide and tsunami. The big bed bought from the fresh market is also crushed and moans in pain. With the "squeaking" sound, the two people moved from the head of the bed to the end of the bed, and then rolled onto the floor from the end of the bed. Finally, the wild and rude driver directly pressed Lana against the bed, and her brutal and powerful posture completed a refreshing launch.

Lana felt very satisfied. This is the real reason why she treated the drivers especially favorably. Few men could be satisfied with this aspect. Although many of the guests in the bar were salivating at them, few people could actually take off their pants and last for more than ten minutes. There were a few guys who had been drinking for a long time and were even worse. They ejaculated directly whenever they saw the woman's body. I don't know whether the gods asked them to grow genitals to look good or to pretend outside?

The driver was very satisfied. He gasped heavily, and his rough hands slowly stroked Lana who was lying on him. His smooth skin and soft long hair were his favorites. Although his genitals were covered with wet and sticky liquid, the driver became hard again under the touch of Lana's naked body.

Lana couldn't believe her eyes. It was less than two minutes after she finished it. He, he, he, he actually wanted it again?

There is no need for sweet words between the fanatical men and women. The driver turned over and rode up. Under Lana's surprise gaze, her body and even her brain were once again filled with the strength and pride of being a man.

The night passes in the hustle and bustle.

When it was almost dawn, the satisfied driver finally got out of bed, washed up briefly, and left the small room. Of course, when he left, he did not forget to leave enough money on the bedside table.

Lana did not fall asleep. The driver's every move after getting up fell into her eyes. Lana knew that men did not like to be disturbed by women at this time. The urgent thoughts they wanted to leave were even stronger than the desire to tear their clothes when they met last night. They were like this kind of animal dominated by hormones, which was destined from the moment they evolved and could never be changed.

Lana likes drivers not just because of the money. Although this man is rude, he does do better than the guests in the bar. At least, every time he leaves, he will tiptoe over and leave a light kiss on his seemingly sleeping face.

Women actually pay great attention to feelings, even bar girls. Some subtle thoughtful actions can often be remembered for their lives.

Lana was the only one left in the room.

She didn't want to get out of bed and was too lazy to move. It was not surprising that no woman wanted to move after being ravaged all night. Moreover, Lana already felt that her legs were swollen, and her legs were slightly together, and she felt a piercing pain.

If it were normal, Lana would struggle to get up and take a shower. Soaking in warm water is very effective in recovery and can also dispel fatigue.

But today... even Lana was surprised by her thoughts at this moment.

She had to be very empty, especially the mouth below was obviously not full and was still hungry.

Flipped over a boredly, Lana saw the mirror in the wardrobe opposite. Her face turned slightly red, her tongue kept on her lips, her chest was fluctuating very much, and her hands were rubbing back and forth in the quilt.

Lana knew very well that whenever she was in heat, she looked like this.

She once again confirmed what she thought at the moment: I want a man, I...I'm not enough

According to the leave regulations issued by the military headquarters, drivers must return to the team before noon today.

The Imperial soldiers' holiday adjustment is very flexible. They can choose night or noon as the starting time of vacation according to the actual needs of different groups of people. Taking the driver as an example, he needs to spend spring nights with his favorite women in Muke Town, so he naturally chooses two and a half days instead of one whole day as his holiday.

After completing the relevant procedures for returning to the team at the sentry, when he walked into the barracks, the driver felt very uncomfortable all over.

It's strange that every time I come back from Muke Town, I feel refreshed and full of energy. But today, the driver feels like a fire burning in his body, making him feel dry and his tongue dry at any time, and his mind is always full of scenes that make his bloodline swell. The wine girl Lana's white and soft body is shaking in front of her eyes. Even when she enters the military camp and is on duty, the driver still feels that the fire in her body cannot subside and is in a high-intensity and hyperactivity at any time.

In the past, drivers had similar experiences. It is not surprising that falling back from passion will always bring some difficult and unsatisfactory subsequent climaxes. In order to deal with this situation, the driver certainly has his own way. He walked into a closed training room controlled by a computer and took the initiative to ask for 100 weight-bearing pull-ups, as well as a half-hour simulated fighting project. This electronic training is specially developed for soldiers. Since it is not within the scope of daily training, the intensity and movements are completely controlled by the soldiers themselves. Many people use this as a basis for showing off their physical fitness, and many officers and soldiers use it as bargaining chips for personal bets.

The driver’s idea is very simple: this must be the result of still being full of energy. Of course, it’s not possible to enter the next day’s training with this state. Just need to get tired and sweat, and the messy thoughts in your mind will naturally disappear.

That's what he used to be.

It was not until four o'clock in the afternoon that the driver finished all the training programs. Because that strange idea had always existed, he practiced a lot more. When he returned to the barracks, he felt sweat all over his body. The overload training made almost every muscle on his body hot, and his hands and feet twitched slightly without control.

This felt bad, but the desire for sex and women in my mind did not fade away at all. The driver gasped, grabbed the towel, and was stunned for a long time before staggering and slowly moving into the bathroom.

The cold cold water washed over the body, awakening the brain and body. The fatigue quickly disappeared, but the driver was surprised to find that his genitals were still holding their heads high, and there was no sign of soft collapse. He gently touched it with his trembling fingers and found that the fleshy stick-like object was still hot, with blood vessels bulging under the tight skin, looking like a super-large earthworm that had just emerged from the soil, extremely hungry

The driver didn't know how he walked out of the cold bathroom. He held the wall and walked into the bathroom rest area where a young soldier happened to wipe his body with a towel. It was normal for men to be naked, especially in this place, it was a military camp, so there was nothing to be embarrassed about.

The young soldier took out the cabinet to change clothes, but tilted his head to catch a glimpse of the driver's genitals raised high. He immediately stared at him.

"Hey man, have you not had a vacation for months? Or have you read too many porn magazines?"

Facing the soldier's extremely exaggerated question, the driver felt his mind was very confused, and many inexplicable thoughts suddenly emerged. He lowered his head halfway and asked with a gloomy expression: "What, do you want to compete with me?"

The young soldier clenched his fists tightly and stared at the other party for a few seconds, confirming that he was indeed weak in this regard. No matter the diameter or length, it could not reach or even exceed the other party's level. Even the other party's sarcasm and laughter suddenly disappeared without a trace. He could only curse himself in his heart, turn around unhappily, and wear his clothes on his own.

The driver saw his face from the mirror next to the wardrobe.

It was very red, like a burning fire. The terrible redness extends from the cheeks to the chest. The two pectoral muscles were bulging straight and the muscles on the arms were fully highlighted. The strangest thing was the blood vessels, which were densely distributed under the skin, turning the entire chest into a grid, like those bodybuilding champions covered with grease on the TV.

Me, I want a woman... I need a woman, I need a tool to vent my fire.

The young soldier's butt quickly attracted the driver's attention. His skin was very white and his muscles were solid, but he was far inferior to the driver's burly veteran who had been over five years of military experience. Because his back was facing, the driver could not see the young soldier's front, and his confusing thinking caused him to lose his ability to judge things. At this moment, in the driver's eyes, there was only a naked body shaking back and forth in front of him, regardless of whether the other party's actual gender was a man or a woman.

"Ho Hoho Ho"

The driver let out a low howl in his throat, which was not as loud as a human voice. He rushed over, hugged the soldier's shoulder and pressed him over. The young soldier was caught off guard and could only curse in panic and slammed the driver behind him with his elbow.

"What do you think?"

"Shut up and fuck you, I'll fuck you to death"

"Oh no, you are actually gay?"

"I'll tell you to shut up"

The extremely excited driver completely lost his basic judgment ability. The soldiers who struggled constantly aroused his strong anger, so he swung his fist and smashed it hard on the other party's head. All these actions were completely a reaction in a state of rage. The driver was also a soldier, and the most basic point of fighting was to directly attack the other party's vitals. He no longer had the idea of ​​"co-workers" at this moment, and it was just a human flesh machine controlled by desire.

The young soldier was unable to resist, and several consecutive blows made him completely lose his ability to resist, his body collapsed and slipped to the ground.

"That's right. If you are honest and obedient, you should be honest and obedient hahahahahaha."

The driver grinned and pulled open the legs of the unconscious soldier and stabbed them hard in the toughest posture. At this moment, he felt that he had finally been released, without any regrets, and full of strong momentum to move forward.

Yes, even if it is the strongest bull, I can still fuck it to death.
Chapter completed!