母女俩的性爱减肥

The night sky blanketed Perm City, causing the streetlights to look even more vibrant. Among the dim city buildings, there was a building all lit up with red light.

Right in the middle of a Y-shaped crossroads, stands a three-story building that still looks crowded. A red light flashed in the building.

It was one of the best buildings in Perm City, the landmark of the town.

Viktor was standing in front of the building with his two bodyguards.

"Boris, Torri. You guys are ready, right?"

"We are ready, Young Master!" cried the two big men.

The three of them entered the paradise of pleasure.

Bright red light filled the entire room. In the air the smell of perfume pierced the nose. A large hall stretched wide, with sofas neatly arranged. Dozens of young women and men of various ages mingled into one. On the top floor, there are rows of half-naked women watching the scene below.

Dozens of women instantly looked at Viktor like starving humans who wanted a hunk of premium meat. Facing this condition Viktor just smiled. His youthful, passionate spirit stirred at the thought of pleasure…

But alas, for tonight he had another goal. Namely taking over this brothel.

At the end of the hall there is a podium where an exotic woman can be seen dancing. Her body was only wrapped in a piece of cloth covering only the important bits, captivating the curiosity of the men who were watching her.

Viktor and the two bodyguards pushed their way through the crowd. He went up to the podium where the woman was dancing. Then his arms wrapped around her waist. The dancer\'s face looked surprised to see Viktor who embraced him.

"Relax sweetie, I won\'t hurt you." Viktor winked.

The young woman was still confused, but she didn\'t fight back and let Viktor hug her.

Clap! Clap! Clap!

Applause sounded throughout the room, dozens of eyes then looked for the source of the sound.

"Attention ladies and gentlemen, please."

Viktor drew all the attention on the podium, with the dancing woman in his arms. Meanwhile, Boris and Torri stood in front of the podium in an alert position.

"Sorry to interrupt your time, especially for gentlemen who are so \'excited\' for tonight\'s show."

Whispers were heard. People put on astonished faces. Including the woman in Viktor\'s arms.

"As the new owner of this building, I have bad news, or maybe bad news for you.."

Viktor drew in a sharp breath.

"I declare tonight\'s activities disbanded. You can go back to your respective homes."

Wow!

Disappointed cheers resounded. Especially the male voice. Disappointment and frustration could be heard from them. Boris and Torri looked increasingly alert.

"Come on gentlemen, I ask for your understanding."

Bang!

A bald-headed man jumped from the second floor. He was half naked, visible scars on the man\'s body. His facial expression was displeased.

"Hey, you son of a bitch… who are you to stir up trouble in my place?" A cold tone was heard in every man\'s words.

After the figure appeared, the women began to leave their place. So are the guests. Then one by one armed men appeared in their place.

Boris\' eyes were wary looking around him. Torri squeezed his wrist tightly. Their adrenaline was both ready to fight on the side of their master.

As for Viktor? She looked relaxed, her fingers playing on the dancer\'s slim belly.

"S-sir, let me go. Please," said the dancer.

Viktor, who understood how afraid the woman in his arms is, immediately let go of her. The dancer descended from the podium and disappeared into the crowd.

"Answer me asshole!" The bald-headed man snapped. The veins on his temples stood out. He was angry at being ignored by Viktor.

"Are you courting death? How dare you yell at me?" Viktor replied.

"Fuck..."

An incredible pressure came out of the bald-headed man. He stepped forward, toward Viktor who was standing casually on the podium. Viktor\'s two bodyguards tried to restrain them, but their massive bodies were pushed away by the man.

Then the bald-headed man threw Boris and Torri.

Bam!

They fell on the floor. Borris restrained himself from pulling the gun at his waist. Before entering, Viktor had warned them not to draw weapons.

The angry man stood before Viktor. A murderous aura radiated from him.

"Say it one more time."

Viktor sighed. "Not only are you yelling, but you also dare to hurt my bodyguard? Looks like after the apocalypse many thugs are trying to fight the Romanov?"

Hearing the word \'Romanov\', one of his eyebrows raised. His face flashed a hint of doubt. But anger was still etched on his face.

"Romanov? Geez! Don\'t lie to me kid. You\'re looking for ma—"

Slap!

Viktor slapped the bald man standing in front of him on the cheek.

"You…"

As the man prepared to grab Viktor, a piece of paper was placed in his face. His eyes saw every writing written on the paper. Until he reads \'Viktor Romanov\'.

"Eh… Viktor Romanov?" For a moment he realized who he was dealing with, and immediately fell silent. He had no option but to keep silent.

The bald man\'s expression changed. His originally angry face now looked like one of confusion. He just snapped at the Romanovs.

"After yelling at me, those were the first words you said? Are you courting death?" Viktor\'s words made the bald man panic.

"Oh no, Mister Viktor! I mean… sorry for my rudeness!" The man bowed.

The people standing on each side of the room were ready to finish off their target were confused at the change of situation.

"You are apologizing now? Then why do your men dare to carry weapons in front of me?"

Realizing that his men were still ready to fight, the bald man shouted to disperse them.

"What are you doing, blyat? Disperse! You want to attack one of the members of the Romanov Family? Get the fuck out!"

Hearing Romanov\'s name being shouted, they dispersed like flies.

The bald-headed man then turned to Viktor with a clumsy smile. "Hehe… Mr. Viktor, sorry for my impoliteness. Would you like something to drink?" The man stroked the back of his head. "We have the purest distilled Moonshine.."

Viktor just nodded with an even expression. Then the man guided Viktor to the third floor, a place only VIP customers could access.

The VIP room looks huge with black glossy walls surrounding it. Viktor sat on a cream colored sofa with a variety of rare dishes such as fresh fruit and whiskey served on the table.

On either side of Viktor sat two young women with blond hair and snow-white skin. They served Viktor who looked displeased.

Meanwhile, Boris and Torri stood and guarded the place.

"Introducing Mr. Viktor. My name is Greg Solov the owner of this brothel," said the bald man. He sat across from Viktor, pouring moonshine.

"If Mr Viktor really likes this place, of course, I will give it, but I ask for some understanding, I need time to find another place, maybe give me at least 1 month, meanwhile please Mister Viktor, you can use our best facilities for free, anything for a Romanov"