My foreign correspondent, a big choice, recorded a true companion's story.

In the late night, the hotel hallway lights were dark, the foreign cyber Amy was standing in front of the door, the dark dress was squeezing out the tall body, and after a moment, she knocked on the door of her boyfriend, the light was dark inside, the boyfriend was looking down at her eyes, and she came in, and the door was softly closed, and she was coming very close, and she had her hands around his waist, and she was breathing close to his ears, and she was so low, she was plunging her finger right through his neck, she was staring right at him, and she was pulling him up to the sand, and he was moving boldly, and the air was getting worse.