soft,
Weeping Yang double bun wearing ring trembling,
How coquettish the action is,
With a smile on your face, the peach is in a thousand changes,
in the misty air,
Qiankaduo has two black eyes like beasts,
Staring intently at Dou Hua's indescribable red face...
Chankado went into the bath,
With a pair of iron arms, I picked up Dou Hua close to me,
Gently spread it flat on the wooden floor next to the bathtub,
Qiankaduo watched intently, his throat rolled again and again,
From Qiankaduo's broad forehead,
Drop by drop drop after drop,
Passing through the high bridge of the nose, rolling into the wet lips,
Hua Xing bowed her head slightly, sliding inch by inch across Dou Hua's skin,
lips meet, sucking,
Breathing faster and faster,
There was a blush in the misty eyes,
Dou Hua raised her head,
Let the water droplets roll slowly along the graceful lines,
In the bathroom, there was only a faint sound of panting,
After three quarters of an hour,
On the double-sized milky white silk soft bed in the guest room,
The