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