L,

A soft and charming voice,

With a breath,

spring breeze flutters across the pin grass,

Slip through the space and bee a wetnd,

From the throat from time to time some meaningless characters,

Back off slowly...

Waiting for the blood of two groups of passionate climax,

With the slow flow of transparent flower liquid,

From the depths of the valley and steppe,

Only the kitten meows softly,

the night is dark,

Permeates the entire room.

The sheets were wet from sheet to sheet,

swarming out from the horse's eye,

At this moment,

The two naked bodies were stig together like joined twins,

Shinotarō trembled involuntarily,

Bits and pieces of honey-fvored soy milk,

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

stantly eg in the guest room...

The turbulent translut milky spring water,

Wet, moist, shiny bck fluff,

The hss of time drips down sed by sed,

Drops of water dripping down the leaves,

Eg the entire golden house space,

The petite panting meow,

Thousands of oysters surging,

The ever-flowing water droplets,

The yin and yang tumble, one after another,

Thousands of horses galloped like a flood,

fade away

Wet down the glossy hibiscus orchid fluff,