A soft and charming voice,

Bits and pieces of honey-fvored soy milk,

Slip through the space and bee a wetnd,

With a breath,

Drops of water dripping down the leaves,

Wet down the glossy hibiscus orchid fluff,

spring breeze flutters across the pin grass,

Waiting for the blood of two groups of passionate climax,

At this moment,

Eg the entire golden house space,

Wet, moist, shiny bck fluff,

The petite panting meow,

swarming out from the horse's eye,

The ever-flowing water droplets,

The two naked bodies were stig together like joined twins,

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

fade away

Shinotarō trembled involuntarily,

The sheets were wet from sheet to sheet,

Permeates the entire room.

Back off slowly...

With the slow flow of transparent flower liquid,

Only the kitten meows softly,

the night is dark,

Thousands of horses galloped like a flood,

L,

stantly eg in the guest room...

The hss of time drips down sed by sed,

From the throat from time to time some meaningless characters,

Thousands of oysters surging,

The yin and yang tumble, one after another,

From the depths of the valley and steppe,

The turbulent translut milky spring water,