Wednesday at 9
Ten slender fingers stretched out,
L,
Wet down the glossy hibiscus orchid fluff,
Two weeks after the anniversary of the P.H. Fishing Port Cooperative Society,
The ever-flowing water droplets,
Fluttering, floating between heaven and earth,
swarming out from the horse' s eye,
From the depths of the valley and steppe,
The whole person feels as if reduced to ashes,
Only the kitten meows softly,
Wet, moist, shiny black fluff,
Like leaves in the autumn wind,
At this moment,
Echoing the entire golden house space,
Hold tight to Chankado' s hair,
stick tightly...
The whole body twists up and down involuntarily, left and right,
From the throat from time to time some meaningless characters,
Slip through the space and become a wetland,
Mei Zizhi was hit by Qiankaduo and flew into the clouds,
The sheets were wet from sheet to sheet,
Two naked sticks tightly...
trembling all over,
Drops of water dripping down the leaves,
The spring breeze flutters across the plain grass,
Mei Zizhi contracted and sucked unconsciously,
Thousands of oysters surging,
Mei Zizhi arched her small body,
Spasmodic pleasure,
~~~
The turbulent translucent milky spring water,
Thousands of horses galloped like a flood,
huilian Cave,
Clouds and mists lightly fill the left and right mountain peaks,
A white light flashed before my eyes, a little bit of Venus,
The petite panting meow,