a quarter of an hour,
At this time, Del ed her hands around the back of the "Rambutan" neck,
Put your tongue into the "rambutan" mouth,
stantly rotating from shallow to deep,
That delicate tongue like a serpent,
Roll and stir in the warm and smooth mouth,
The wild move shakes the inner depression,
One after another inse,
Rolling slowly as the towists,
Del' s slender hands run up and down the smooth back of "Rambutan",
I saw "Rambutan" hooked up his legs and hooked Del' s back
Subsciously moving up and down with Del' s towitg
From time to time there is a soft and tender sound in the mouth,
At this time, the cws of "Rambutan",
Randomly grabbing Del' s hair,
Unsciously, the lower body began to sway,
The three thousand hair strands on the top of the head are scattered and flying with the shaking,
Without warning, an arc-shaped fountain gushed out from the Tianchi,