#39

“Yes,” K-Wallis answered the call. but did not turn away from the firming hill Even though the palm was slowly sliding downwards

"I'm sorry”

“Good boy…so cute.” K-Wallis was sultry, supremely choosy, like a person who had been starving for a long time. until the hills are firm, red and bruised, not less face to face on both sides, appearing to the dark eyes which is willing to retreat downwards The tip of the tongue dragged and licked continuously. The red-legged ant was trembling, unable to stand still. If you don't kneel in front of you again But this time, his face was close to the center of his body. A kissed lips greeted the closed petals. but only for a split second The young petals were separated as the tip of the tongue was being cleaned as the owner of the tongue said.