Mrs. Fuyao

There was a pair of overlapping figures lying on the thick and gorgeous carpet in the translucent embroidered gold silk vine pattern veil. The man above was constantly swinging his waist and buttocks back and forth. The man under his body had long legs on the waist of the man above, and his body swayed together. There were two shaking balls above the slender waist, which was almost broken. After a while, the people above buried their heads in it 。 Liu Zhenzhen could not tell who it belonged to. She had never heard such a sound. It was sweet and charming, with a trace of pain and a little pleasure. With a sudden silence, the man at the bottom arched his back away from the carpet and pressed close to the man above. His hands were firmly around each other’s neck. His legs were stretched straight, and then he seemed to have been drained of strength and then collapsed.