Watering the White Flowers Chapter 37

The night in the small county town is very lively. Their room is on the sixth floor, but the honking of the superMark Chenget below and the noisy noises of the surrounding barbecue stalls and food stalls still come up and become an indelible background sound.

The tacky red and green lights flickered on the tightly drawn curtains, making the atmosphere in the room seem a bit vulgar and ambiguous, like a small hair salon with a rickety sign hanging in a shabby alley, and a small room made of partitions upstairs that provided fast food and cheap S3x.

In intercourse, vulgarity is more exciting than elegance. The p3ni$ under the black forest is erected high and is already very hard.

The man's big hands held the little woman's H!ps and moved her down, and her wet and soft lower body sat on his hardness. The p3ni$ rubbed down a little more and reached the depression that he had been thinking about.

Straighten your back.