piyi,short skirt,Purple eyes,
guanghuapifu,pifu,lvjing,lvjing,
In the dim light, she wore a short black silk skirt, light and slender legs like strings. Slightly open leather lined with delicate collarbone, waterfall-like black hair flowing on the pillow. She lay motionless, holding a Burgundy rose in her hand, as if she were in harmony with the picture.
Wrist chain twisted in the light and shadow, broken mans flashing. The plain sheets underneath set off cold and fair skin, revealing a soft texture. Fragrance floating, she stood on the reflective ground in a charming kneeling position, her eyes shining. Press your hands lightly on your legs, your lips are slightly raised, your blurred smile bites your lower lip, and your pure desires are intertwined. The picture is simple and full of tension, like a virgin in Yaochi, who wants to talk.
