Waiting for the blood of two groups of passionate climax,

Thousands of horses galloped like a flood,

Eg the entire golden house space,

The turbulent translut milky spring water,

From the depths of the valley and steppe, tick tock,

The petite panting meow,

fade away slowly...

stantly eg in the greenhouse...

The yin and yang tumble, one after another,

Thousands of oysters surging,

Filled the entire greenhouse...

At this moment,

Slip through the space and bee a wetnd,

swarming out from the horse's eye,

Bits and pieces of honey-fvored soy milk,

at the same time,

From the throat from time to time some meaningless characters,

The three naked bodies were glued together like joined twins,

Qian Duoduo shivered involuntarily,

the night is dark,

The ever-flowing water droplets,

And in the blue eyes on the top of the head, there

The whole body twists up and down involuntarily, left and right,

Back off slowly...

You will find a silent 5 cm gray beetle above the double soft bed,

A soft and charming voice,

Wet down the glossy hibiscus orchid fluff,

Just take a closer look with a magnifying gss,

The hss of time drips down sed by sed,

With a breath,

The sheets were wet from sheet to sheet,

Slowly and slowly fade away.......

With the slow flow of transparent flower liquid,