Bodyguard female 08

Chen Mingmei accompanied Lan Ling to the shooting class. As a bodyguard, in fact, she should also be on the field to practice, but she was called aside by Ah Wu: 'Mr. Lan asked you to ask about the lady. ’

It is well known that Lan Yuehai loves his daughter Lan Ling, but the people in this place don't have the idea of ​​letting their daughter inherit the family business, so they can't see Lan Yuehai's thoughts.

His strict discipline to Lan Ling has reached the point where she has no spare time to play, and she has nothing to do with chasing dramas, chasing stars, and playing games on the Internet, all the pursuits of ordinary girls.

Fortunately, Lan Ling listened to Lan Yuehai's words very much, and knew very well about inheriting his property in the future. The two father and daughter kept silent, but kept it from everyone, including Zhou Qing, who always wanted to conceive an heir.

Lan Yuehai was waiting for her in the room separated by a glass wall. The outdoor was the far target range, and the indoor was the near target shooting ring. Zhenxin took the silencer pistol to him and retreated silently to the corner.

When Chen Mingmei came in, Lan Yuehai practiced his hands and waved to let Zhenxin and Ah Wu leave.

Ah Wu's face did not change, his face was paralyzed, but Zhen Xin glanced sideways at Chen Mingmei.

'What is the origin of this woman? 'A Wu is Lan Yuehai's personal bodyguard, and has more contacts with Chen Mingmei. Zhenxin is Lan Yuehai's right-hand man. He often runs around for him. He doesn't have much contact with Chen Mingmei. Pay attention to her.

‘She is a ruthless character, don’t inquire about it from outsiders, Mr. and Miss Lan value her very much. ’ Ah Wu knew a lot of things, so he gave some advice to this young man.

'What ruthless character? ' Zhenxin was curious. Chen Mingmei's face was colder, but she didn't look like a savage female thug.

'The life committed at her hands may not be lost to me. ' Ah Wu can only say that, and if he asks more, he will not answer.

Occasionally he remembered the tragic situation in the sea of ​​blood, and when he saw Chen Mingmei with an indifferent and cold face, he would always have a feeling of horror and palpitations. There are many people in this world who dare to fight without life, but like her, women who dare to fight without life and can fight back until they kill them are very rare, and it is no wonder that Mr. Lan respects her so much.

(Chen Mingmei: I feel that the way Mr. Lan respects me is not right, but he held a gun to me, and I dare not say it.)

Lan Yuehai handed her the silencer pistol, signaling her to fire a few shots.

The posture of Chen Mingmei holding the gun is not accurate. She was born in the wild. The people who hold the gun in this border are almost all wild, and even after many wild people go out, they are more sturdy than the orthodox ones.

When she was shooting, Lan Yuehai embraced her from behind, his palms on her chest wantonly. 'Don't stop, let me see how accurate you are after the disturbance. ’

Across the glass wall behind him, it was Lan Ling and her long-distance target shooting coach, but Lan Yuehai seemed not afraid of being seen by her daughter, so she put her hand into her tight t-shirt and pinched the upright with her fingertips. Twisted little thing.

Chen Mingmei's breath became unstable, and the hand holding the pistol trembled.

'It won't work, you have to hold on. ' Lan Yuehai rubbed her buttocks with a stiff crotch, implying a strong meaning.

By the time he took off her pants and shoved his fingers in her pussy, she couldn't even lift the gun.

Her legs were straight and well-proportioned. When they were pushed together, there was no gap between them. He had to make her lean slightly and spread her legs to allow her fingers to enter.

Her sensitive and extra-contractile little pussy was already wet when he played with her nipples, and now he was quickly and fiercely inserted by his fingers, and in a short while, the love fluid flowed out from the bottom of her thighs, and after the gunshots stopped, the puffy gurgling The voice could no longer be suppressed.

She slumped down on the storage table in front of her, raised her buttocks high, and with one hand inserted into her tender pussy, she rubbed her nipples with the other, and she couldn't help but whisper in her mouth: 'Be harder, it's so itchy! ' don't know if it means itching at the nipples or itching in the small holes.