hour,

At this time, Della wrapped her hands around the back of the "Rambutan" neck,

Put your tongue into the "rambutan" mouth,

Constantly rotating from shallow to deep,

That delicate tongue like a serpent,

Roll and stir in the warm and smooth mouth,

The wild move shakes the inner depression,

One after another incense,

Rolling slowly as the tongue twists,

Della's slender hands run up and down the smooth back of "Rambutan",

I saw "Rambutan" hooked up his legs and hooked Della's back

Subconsciously moving up and down with Della's tongue twitching

From time to time there is a soft and tender sound in the mouth,

At this time, the claws of "Rambutan",

Randomly grabbing Della's hair,

Unconsciously, the lower body began to sway,

The three thousand hair strands on the top of the head are scattered and flying with the shaking,

Without warning, an arc-shaped fountain gushed out from the Tianchi,

After a cup of tea time,