Daydreaming about me

Shen Yu clasped her wrist and put it up again. The tip of her tongue swept the soft flesh on her earlobe, licked it, and continued to ask in a low voice, "where do you like me to touch you",Lin Yu was frightened by him, and his back touched the cold marble edge of the sink, and he shrank forward as if he had taken the initiative to stick it to him.,(adsbygoogle = indo.adsbygoogle | | []) .ush ({});。