What he didn't expect at all was that Li Yan was wearing red openwork lace today! The lace in the hem of that skirt, tightly wrapped in the delicate convex and concave buttocks petals, and the mysterious black zone between the buttocks petals, in the red lace reflection, more and more fatal and tantalizing. Good fat ...... Fu Ping swallowed hard, his body arched, staring more carefully: That fatal pink slit, through the dark jungle, through the openwork lace slit, a little bit, shy and intuitively presented in front of Fu Ping. And the most let Fu Ping fire is, that slit edge, there is a wisp of crystal water line, sticking in the lace edge, with Li Yan's action and a swing.
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