She was thirsty as if she had drunk a cup of hot tea. Beneath him, Fanchan's snow-white body, which was bare, wiggled and shivered with joy. She was shy to find that the old flower-collecting young man had become bigger. "This" became more fulfilling, and filled her petite "sister". She felt it was hard to control her emotions, so she shyly and instinctively separated her legs, as if she was worried about her huge, small "pendant path" that was difficult to accept. She also felt like she was enjoying the "intruder" of the old trip, and ordered "this" to go deeper. Her charming, big eyes were as beautiful as autumn water, looking at Tsinghua. She felt the "this" move, delved deeply into her body with great shyness. Her small eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and her lips were slightly open.
