personal bodyguard 04

personal   bodyguard   04

half   an   hour.

Christian   walked   towards   the   double   soft   bed   with   Anita   in   his   arms,

The   two   naked   bodies   rolled   tightly   together   again,

Anita\'s   white   and   slender   hands,

On   the   back   of   the   strong   Christian,   he   kept   walking   back   and   forth;

Christian\'s   python   tongue   keeps   rubbing   Anita\'s   tongue,

Slowly,   slowly,   kissing   down   the   neck,

The   corridors   of   the   valley   are   narrow   and   winding,

Like   an   octopus   pot,   it   expands   and   contracts   freely,

The   peach   blossom   heart   hidden   in   the   depths,   like   an   endless   ocean,

At   this   moment,   the   smooth   prairie   swayed   frequently,

Up   and   down,   tightening   and   shrinking,   like   a   bird   flapping   its   left   and   right   wings,

The   heart   of   the   flower   opened   wide,   and   the   jade   door   opened   and   closed   like   an   oyster   shell,   shrunk   and   tightened.

The   big   baby   roams   the   ocean   like   a   dragon,

galloping   incessantly   on   the   vast   grassland,

Indulge   in   indulgence   and   exude   endless   wildness,

Towards   the   peach   blossom   source   Shuilian   Cave,

Clouds   and   mists   lightly   fill   the   left   and   right   mountain   peaks,

The   spring   breeze   flutters   across   the   plain   grass,

Drops   of   water   dripping   down   the   leaves,

Wet,   moist,   shiny   black   fluff,

Only   the   kitten   meows   softly,

Thousands   of   oysters   surging,

swarming   out   from   the   horse\'s   eye,

Slip   through   the   space   and   become   a   wetland,

At   this   moment,

The   whole   body   twists   up   and   down   involuntarily,   left   and   right,

The   ever-flowing   water   droplets,

From   the   depths   of   the   valley   and   steppe,   tick   tock,

Wet   down   the   glossy   hibiscus   orchid   fluff,

The   petite   panting   meow,

Echoing   the   entire   golden   house   space,

The   turbulent   translucent   milky   spring   water,

Thousands   of   horses   galloped   like   a   flood,

The   sheets   were   wet   from   sheet   to   sheet,

the   night   is   dark,

From   the   throat   from   time   to   time   some   meaningless   characters,

A   soft   and   charming   voice,

The   yin   and   yang   tumble,   one   after   another,

With   a   breath,

Constantly   echoing   in   the   greenhouse...

Christian   shivered   involuntarily,

The   two   naked   bodies   were   sticking   together   like   conjoined   twins,

Bits   and   pieces   of   honey-flavored   soy   milk,

With   the   slow   flow   of   transparent   flower   liquid,

Filled   the   entire   greenhouse...

The   hourglass   of   time   drips   down   second   by   second,

Waiting   for   the   blood   of   two   groups   of   passionate   climax,

Back   off   slowly...

fade   away   slowly...

Slowly   and   slowly   fade   away.......

at   the   same   time,

Just   take   a   closer   look   with   a   magnifying   glass,

You   will   find   a   silent   5   cm   gray   beetle   above   the   double   soft   bed,

And   in   the   blue   eyes   on   the   top   of   the   head,   there   are   faintly   flashing   spots   of   light,

at   the   same   time,

B50101,   4th   Floor,

Alexandra   is   lying   in   bed   wearing   smart   glasses.

Watching   the   live   feed   from   the   grey   beetle.

Don\'t   know   when.

Alexandra\'s   lower   abdomen   slowly   flowed   out   a   trace   of   honey...

When   you   meet   Chengjihui,   you   have   to   fill   your   back   room,

Love   is   good   for   the   new   handover,   and   the   fear   is   like   a   soup.

Not   only   reluctantly   exhausted,   the   lowly   concubine   position.

Take   precautions   to   feed   in   the   main,   and   give   gifts   to   help   steaming   and   tasting.

Thinking   of   a   banquet   table,   I   shelter   the   bed   under   the   roof.

I   would   like   to   be   Luo   Shuai,   in   the   wind   and   frost   of   the   upper   guard.

Sprinkle   and   clean   up   the   pillow   seats,   and   Chong   Fen   gives   Di   Xiang.

Heavy   households   are   tied   with   gold,   and   Chinese   stirrups   are   high.

The   clothes   are   removed   from   the   towel   and   powder,   and   the   pictures   are   listed   and   the   pillows   are   displayed.

The   plain   girl   is   my   teacher,   and   her   manners   are   plentiful.

All   the   husbands   hope   to   see,   the   emperor   of   the   old   church.

Le   Moss   night   music,   toothless   and   unforgettable!

The   houses   in   the   distance   are   misty   and   smoky,

like   a   mirage,

The   mountains   are   rolling   up   and   down,

looming,   smoky,

like   a   paradise   on   earth,

Pieces   of   green   in   different   shades,

Like   patches   of   green   misty   ocean,

There   is   a   small   stream   beside   the   lotus   pond,

The   stream   is   microwaved,

crystal   clear,

The   sound   of   rushing   water   is   clear   and   pleasant,

As   if   singing   the   symphony   of   spring,

Underwater   small   fish   swaying   gracefully,

Naughty   blowing   little   bubbles,

The   wind   caressed   all   kinds   of   flowers   and   plants   by   the   stream,

Bend   it   now   and   then,

sometimes   lift   it   up,

As   if   the   earth   was   breathing   rhythmically,

The   grass   that   just   sticks   its   head   out,

Watching   the   outside   world   carefully,

There   is   a   bridge   over   the   creek,

The   long   branches   on   the   side   of   the   bridge   hang   in   a   string,

into   the   stream,

The   flowers   follow   the   breeze,

danced   lightly,

The   flowers   are   fragrant,   the   petals   are   fluttering,

attracted   a   dazzling   group   of   butterflies,

Can\'t   tell   which   is   a   flower   and   which   is   a   butterfly

The   shimmering   light   of   fireflies   shuttled   through   the   grass.

The   cicadas   on   the   trees   and   the   frogs   in   the   lotus   pond,

Like   the   melody   of   musical   notes   beating   on   Geum-hyun,

Write   a   three-dimensional   animation   that   outlines   the   soul...

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