ssly,
The music unwittingly transforms into more romantic and geous,
It' s been years since I' ve enjoyed this ecstasy,
Muer' s broad chest,
Tightly ging to Camil' s firm plump,
With the ups and downs of the dance steps, the lower bodies kept rubbing against each other,
Moore' s python cws gently caressed Camil' s back bone, neck,
The lower abdomen iently ignited wisps of lust,
Then it is tinuously transported to every er of the body along with the blood vessels...
one song after another,
I don' t know when,
There is no trace of Mul, Camil in the hall...
The spring breeze is warm in the daytime,
a little damp,
blow on the face,
But it' s a bit like the smell of tidbits brushing my face,
The fan on the fan tower is turning slowly,
The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,
like a mirage,
The mountains are rolling up and down,
looming, smoky,
like a paradise oh,