Calvin's tongue slowly pryed open his teeth,

Loving and needy lig,

The lips touch the softness of the longing,

slowly close to my ear,

fet to think about the

Toug and lig Anita's tongue...

The tip of the nose floats the sweet but not greasy fragrance of the high core body,

As if everything was taken franted,

Let Calvin's warm and hot thin lips press tightly,

etched out his right hand to around Dou Hua's slender waist,

Anita's mind went bnk,

Looking at the face that is getting closer and closer,

Just obediently close your eyes,

Greedily grabbing the breath belonging to the high core,

The warm red tongue slides into the mouth,

kissing her sweet lips,

Feel the hot, moist touch of your tongue,

Feel the breath of suffocation,

There was a gleam in the deep eyes,

Smell the faint st of Calvin,

The thick and slippery fragrance rubbed between the tangled tongues,

Anita's body didn't move,

blocked by two warm lips,

Anita noodles are served hot,