I 't tell who's the juice...

A small blush appeared on the skin of the two,

ound in the mouth,

involuntarily twisting,

At this time, the cws of the boss's wife,

The tingling, cramping feeling of aric shock,

swept the whole body along the fiment blood vessels,

Without warning, an arc-shaped fountain gushed out from under the aqua blue pleated skirt,

A piece of luster flowing on the legs of the four powdered lotus root,

Unsciously, the lower body began to sway,

Light and fluttering like clouds and fog in a fairynd,

is grabbing the maid's hair carelessly,

Many tiny beads of sweat ooze out,

wave after wave,

The limbs twitch and stiffen fortably,

At this time, the brain was dizzy to a state of ethereal trance,

stantly bursting and blooming,

The whole person was melted into cloud after cloud,

spread to the back,

"Intelligent 3D Stereoscopic Holographic Image unicator" on the l

The three thousand hair strands on the top of the head are scattered and flying with the shaking,

The boss's wife grabs the maid's soft and estic round buttocks with both hands,

Like the sparks of fireworks that scatter into the sky,

The two bodies stick tightly together,

After a cup of tea time,

wave after wave like the tide,

All the way to the numbness to the legs,

at this time.