the like a mollusk and e together again,
On the raised steamed bun-shaped flour meat,
Secret lips opened and closed like two rows of fleshy teeth,
The inner wall of the small diameter is yered on top of another,
Shrinking and squeezing as if tossing,
There seems to be a strong attra,
The wet flower lips made the sound of water as they rubbed,
The irregur wheezing in the room gradually weakened slightly,
A small blush appeared on the skin of the two,
The whole body trembled involuntarily,
The little hills in front of my chest are snowballing high,
The snow lotus seeds are slowly swelling like the steamed buns in the steamer,
The slender and long jade fingers csped tightly to the palm,
The pink and white muscles of the lower abdomen are like hot steamed buns that have just been baked,
The secret lips of the valley are sug forcefully, tightening and shrinking,
The depth of the flower heart slowly secretes musk-sted lubrig fluid,
The soft tofu-like five-finger scallops g to the soles of the feet,
Many tiny beads of sweat ooze from the whole body,