In the temporary palace, the beautiful posture of the butterfly sits on the Dragon chair. The tender, white legs, swinging back and forth, are full of girls, youth, sex, feeling and fascination. The human breath is always dazzling.

Melon seed face, smiling like flowers, sweet occasion, slightly exposed tiger teeth, has been a part of the sense of the ancient spirit!

"Hum, stinky man, let you ignore me, this time you still come to ask me?" Duck a small mouth, complacent, the butterfly clearly is waiting for Chen Jiu here.

"Colorful butterfly, can you still laugh?" Chen Jiu, angry and angry, rushed in from the gate of the temple quickly,...