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