At this moment,

Waiting for the blood of two groups of passionate climax,

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

Slip through the space and bee a wetnd,

Thousands of horses galloped like a flood,

Wet down the glossy hibiscus orchid fluff,

fade away slowly...

From the throat from time to time some meaningless characters,

Filled the entire greenhouse...

Just take a closer look with a magnifying gss,

A soft and charming voice,

The yin and yang tumble, one after another,

Back off slowly...

The ever-flowing water droplets,

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

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

Qian Duoduo shivered involuntarily,

The three naked bodies were glued together like joined twins,

The hss of time drips down sed by sed,

Eg the entire golden house space,

at the same time,

swarming out from the horse's eye,

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

stantly eg in the greenhouse...

the night is dark,

With a breath,

The sheets were wet from sheet to sheet,

Bits and pieces of honey-fvored soy milk,

The petite panting meow,

Thousands of oysters surging,

With the slow flow of transparent flower liquid,

The turbulent translut milky spring water,

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