no juice 02(2/10)

little face close,

A faint scent, almost breathless after being kissed,

nbsp;moist touch of your tongue,

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

Dizzy, panting,

Muir deftly kisses Camilla's pink lips,

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

The lips touch the softness of the longing,

Misty water eyes with a touch of innocence,

That trembling body,

From flustered to flaky,

frantically stirring the incense in the mouth of the sandalwood,

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taste the aroma of wine in your mouth,

leave no gap,

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

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Touching Camilla's tongue...

While whispering, sticking out the tip of her tongue,

kissing her sweet lips,

Gently depicting Muer's lips,

kissed so deeply and furiously,

Sucking wildly, holding her plump lower lip,

Disturbed Camilla's breath,

The hot, moist tongue still sucks the tiny cloves,