no juice 02(2/10)

Muir deftly kisses Camilla's pink lips,

Gently depicting Muer's lips,

Misty water eyes with a touch of innocence,

The lips touch the softness of the longing,

Sucking wildly, holding her plump lower lip,

From flustered to flaky,

The hot, moist tongue still sucks the tiny cloves,

Camilla's little hand softly wrapped around Mul's neck,

Dizzy, panting,

little face close,

That trembling body,

kissing her sweet lips,

Mu'er's tongue slowly pried open his teeth,

Touching Camilla's tongue...

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taste the aroma of wine in your mouth,

kissed so deeply and furiously,

A faint scent, almost breathless after being kissed,

leave no gap,

frantically stirring the incense in the mouth of the sandalwood,

nbsp;moist touch of your tongue,

While whispering, sticking out the tip of her tongue,

Disturbed Camilla's breath,

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The small tip of the tongue responded enthusiastically to Mul's entanglement,