a few years ago this book just came out, I like The columnist Dan Savage said: Those who bundle this book with the concept of BDSM are a double insult to the IQ and sentiment of the entire BDSM community. In fact, in the same period last year, after I downloaded the first episode illegally and watched it, I had no expectations for the second episode. I watched a movie for two hours and slapped 6 buttocks with the palm of my hand. It's embarrassing to use terms such as dominance and submission is simply an insult to the audience's intelligence. In the second episode, I was planning to go to the laughter field, and there were a lot of bad movies and there were carnivals.
In the end, I was sandwiched between the female colleagues with another rabbit, and I didn't even laugh much, except that I whistled and clapped vigorously when the buttocks appeared in two places. This thing was stupid not cute and funny. No intelligence, no plot, no climax conflict (well count him, the kind made up in the composition of the third grade girls midterm exam), and even the dialogue is not as cringe-worthy as in our Qiong Yao drama. Suffocated laughter. A glass of cocktail carefully splashed on the face is already the most intense drama conflict. The ladies and elder sisters in the theater gave a lot of face, and the oooohhhh and aaaahhhh all the way looked very cooperative.
"I think I lost my watch..."
Speaking of the BDSM element in this one, it’s even a crazy joke----- I haven’t considered whether to classify myself as a leather daddy. After watching a scene, I discovered that everything he did to her should not be made public. I've done everything discussed, more than once: in the restaurant, people were asked to take off their underwear (of course, my one was inconvenient to wear long pants, so I had to go to the bathroom to take it off). Clamp two wooden clamps on the nipple, tie the hands behind the back and splitter on the ankles. Put a ring on someone or stuff a dragon ball vibrator before going out. There are other people in front of the elevator, and their fingers have quietly pierced into their bodies. What. But they all say these are small and fresh? Isn't it a BDSM focus? Or is it because North America is really tight with the Puritans, and patted twice on the ass when they are overwhelmed. In the eyes of these Catholic mothers, they are as crazy as the sounding of electric shocks?
"... and the car keys too"
When I came out, I said to them that this is too young. You have the time to fuck Kris Qing. If you don't want to fuck me, let me forget it. My moves are better or worse, although you may not be suitable. They calmed down and considered for a second or two, and then Qi Qi said "No honey, we love you but it ain't gonna be the same". Going further, it turns out that, in the final analysis, Christine's movie just passed his 28th birthday, he would fly a helicopter, and his entrepreneurial wealth is said to have supported more than half of Africa. I was looking at 44. I drove a truck when I helped my friend move, and supported myself and a stupid dog.
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