I felt pressed and kneaded by two elastic meatballs,

man looking down

The woman tilted her shy face,

The willow eyebrows are frivolous, the eyes are slightly closed, the red lips are wet and bright, and the cheeks are flushed,

A man sees both love and pity,

Unable to help, he printed on Cherry's little lips,

The woman's lips felt a slight pressure,

Let the man's warm and thin lips press tightly,

blocked by two warm lips,

Loving and needy licking,

Feel the hot, moist touch of your tongue,

The uncle's tongue slowly pried open his teeth,

Touching and licking a woman's tongue...

The lips touch the softness of the longing,

kissing her sweet lips,

The warm red tongue slides into the mouth,

greedily grabbing the breath of women,

The thick and slippery fragrance rubbed between the tangled tongues,

The tip of the nose floats over the sweet but not greasy fragrance of the woman's body,

A woman's mind is blank,

Just instinctively want to hug the man with both hands,