week after week, day after day,
The red corridors are ruby tiles, the palace walls are deep,
(Old Huli): Gan Anpin. Do you want it tonight?
Cooperate with the deep and thick breathing of the man.
Appears lonely but is Yonghuan,
A full moon slowly climbed up the starry sky,
The corridors of the valley are narrow
To pour out the brilliance of clear water on the vast land,
23 o' clock in the afternoon.
3. Floor 5, Building K, Hope Community.
It was pitch black in the boudoir.
The woman stretched out the two white hands of the young Mimi.
The red and tender mouth. From time to time, it emits a soft and charming.
white and big and bright,
Men' s sturdy "6-pack". Plus a beastly punch.
Ten nails dig into the man' s strong arm.
The woman gasped in ecstasy.
The woman closed her eyes slightly.
(Honeysuckle): I want to drink soy milk.
Little stars are flowing in the night like fireflies,
The air is filled with the ambiguity of life and fragrance.
The woman' s body. Constantly bending and twisting.
at this time.
Reflecting two naked bodies entangled on the soft bed.
(Honeysuckle): Frozen Nest Law... see you later...
Can' t hide the soft and charming voice in the wing,
(Lao Huli): Fitness and nourishing.
oneysuckle): Your 20-length is as hard as the back of your hand.
Only the moonlight poured into the house from the window.
Bent up to meet the man' s thirst.