The sheets were wet from sheet to sheet,

Christian shivered involuntarily,

A soft and charming voice,

Just take a closer look with a magnifying gss,

Waiting for the blood of two groups of passionate climax,

With the slow flow of transparent flower liquid,

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

the night is dark,

stantly eg in the greenhouse...

The turbulent translut milky spring water,

Slip through the space and bee a wetnd,

Thousands of horses galloped like a flood,

The ever-flowing water droplets,

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

From the throat from time to time some meaningless characters,

fade away slowly...

With a breath,

Eg the entire golden house space,

You will find a silent

At this moment,

The petite panting meow,

swarming out from the horse's eye,

Back off slowly...

The hss of time drips down sed by sed,

The yin and yang tumble, one after another,

The two naked bodies were stig together like joined twins,

Wet down the glossy hibiscus orchid fluff,

Filled the entire greenhouse...

at the same time,

Thousands of oysters surging,

Bits and pieces of honey-fvored soy milk,

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