Synopsis: Wang Xiuhua obviously enters another state of madness, and her whole body keeps writhing like a snake.

　　Chen Pingan also do not care, pressed on Wang Xiuhua body full of arms, good meat, so comfortable and elastic, hands also on top of those two snow mountains.
The two at the foot of the grass pile, stacked, stacked together, regardless.
The earth was quiet under the moonlight, and under that haystack, both of them had no clothes on.
Like two snakes entangled in there sneaking, that breathing sound listen to make people anxious, two people's body is also like a snake from time to time wriggling.
And from time to time, came out Wang Xiuhua that kind of suppressed voice, this tightness as well as warmth, let a person delirious soul out of the body.
Although gentle, can also be clearly felt, Wang Xiuhua drum after drum, like a tidal wave sweeping.