The yin and yang tumble, one after another,

Bits and pieces of honey-fvored soy milk,

Eg the entire golden house space,

With the slow flow of transparent flower liquid,

The turbulent translut milky spring water,

The petite panting meow,

swarming out from the horse's eye,

Wet down the glossy hibiscus orchid fluff,

stantly eg in the greenhouse...

Waiting for the blood of two groups of passionate climax,

Back off slowly...

Slip through the space and bee a wetnd,

From the depths of the valley and steppe, tick tock,

Slowly and slowly fade away.......

Just take a closer look with a magnifying gss,

the night is dark,

A soft and charming voice,

Filled the entire greenhouse...

Qian Duoduo shivered involuntarily,

From the throat from time to time some meaningless characters,

The sheets were wet from sheet to sheet,

The three naked bodies were glued together like joined twins,

You will find a silent 5 cm gray beetle above the double soft bed,

Thousands of horses galloped like a flood,

At this moment,

And in the blue eyes on the top of the head, there

The whole body twists up and down involuntarily, left and right,

Thousands of oysters surging,

The ever-flowing water droplets,

With a breath,

at the same time,

The hss of time drips down sed by sed,

fade away slowly...