A soft and charming voice,

Echoing the entire golden house space,

Waiting for the blood of two groups of passionate climax,

The turbulent translucent milky spring water,

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

at the same time,

the night is dark,

The three naked bodies were glued together like conjoined twins,

From the throat from time to time some meaningless characters,

fade away slowly...

With the slow flow of transparent flower liquid,

Just take a closer look with a magnifying glass,

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

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

Constantly echoing in the greenhouse...

Thousands of horses galloped like a flood,

Filled the entire greenhouse...

The yin and yang tumble, one after another,

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And in the blue eyes on the top of the head, there are faintly flashing

,

The petite panting meow,

At this moment,

Bits and pieces of honey-flavored soy milk,

Slip through the space and become a wetland,

The ever-flowing water droplets,

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

Qian Duoduo shivered involuntarily,

The sheets were wet from sheet to sheet,

With a breath,

swarming out from the horse's eye,

The hourglass of time drips down second by second,

Wet down the glossy hibiscus orchid fluff,

Back off slowly...