Only the moonlight poured into the house from the window.
The red and tender mouth. From time to time, it emits a soft and charming.
week after week, day after day,
The woman closed her eyes slightly.
Little stars are flowing in the night like fireflies,
It was pitch black in the boudoir.
The air is filled with the ambiguity of life and fragrance.
oneysuckle): Your 20-length is as hard as the back of your hand.
The red corridors are ruby tiles, the palace walls are deep,
Appears lonely but is Yonghuan,
white and big and bright,
Bent up to meet the man' s thirst.
3. Floor 5, Building K, Hope Community.
23 o' clock in the afternoon.
The woman stretched out the two white hands of the young Mimi.
Ten nails dig into the man' s strong arm.
(Honeysuckle): I want to drink soy milk.
Can' t hide the soft and charming voice in the wing,
Cooperate with the deep and thick breathing of the man.
The woman' s body. Constantly bending and twisting.
(Lao Huli): Fitness and nourishing.
To pour out the brilliance of clear water on the vast land,
Men' s sturdy "6-pack". Plus a beastly punch.
The corridors of the valley are narrow
at this time.
A full moon slowly climbed up the starry sky,
The woman gasped in ecstasy.
Reflecting two naked bodies entangled on the soft bed.
(Old Huli): Gan Anpin. Do you want it tonight?
(Honeysuckle): Frozen Nest Law... see you later...