Art photos

page views:1 Publication date:2023-03-24

One hot summer day, I told Mingwei that my birthday was coming up and asked him for a birthday present, but he didn't know what to get me. I thought about it and realized I had a good figure and a pretty good appearance, but I'd never documented it. I worried that after having children, my figure might change, so I wanted to preserve those precious memories. So I told Mingwei I wanted to have a professional photoshoot. He thought it was a great idea, so we went out to find a studio that specialized in professional photography.

After comparing several studios, we finally found one that looked pretty good. The owner was a professional photographer, tall and slender with an artistic air about him, and he seemed quite professional. After discussing some ideas with the photographer, the three of us went to the basement studio.

Since it was just the photographer and us, the shoot was very relaxed. After a while, the photographer said I had good figures, and since it was summer, we should shoot in a more revealing way to truly capture my perfect figure.

I discussed it with Mingwei, and he said, "Okay!" It didn't matter with him there. So, under the photographer's guidance, I slowly unbuttoned my shirt, slightly revealing half of my breast, and then slowly lifted my skirt to reveal my alluring thighs. Even my semi-transparent thong was faintly visible, and the photographer's lens clicked and captured my captivating figure.
Soon after, I had taken off my top, revealing my alluring black bra. Since it was my first time undressing in front of strangers, I felt shy and a little uneasy. However, the photographer was very friendly and professional, which reassured me a lot. Still, I felt a bit hot all over.

After shooting for a while, the photographer gestured for me to take off my skirt. I glanced at Mingwei, who nodded excitedly. So I slowly took off my skirt, revealing a sexy, semi-transparent black thong. I noticed the photographer seemed to swallow hard.

It was the first time I'd ever been so scantily clad and exposed between two men, and I felt a little embarrassed, but also a mix of excitement and unease—a feeling I'd never experienced since getting married. The flash went off a few times, and the photographer suggested that since we were already there, we should take some artistic nude photos to remember the occasion and leave some lasting memories. He asked me to relax a bit.
I asked Mingwei, and he said that since it was a birthday gift for me, I could decide for myself. Mingwei said that since we'd been married, he'd never really looked at my nude body closely, so he was also curious to see the results. The presence of strangers made it even more exciting. And since we wanted to create a perfect record, why not go all the way? There might not be another chance like this. Besides, the photographer seemed quite respectable, and there weren't any other people around. So I slowly took off my bra, and my 34C breasts popped out.

Although I've been married for several years, my breasts haven't changed much. While my nipples are a bit dark, this color actually enhances my mature beauty. When my 34C breasts bounced out, I blushed instantly and didn't dare look up at the camera.

The photographer paused for a moment, then started snapping photos rapidly. I looked surprised too. At that moment, being exposed to others caused a strange change within me. A tingling sensation washed over me, my heart raced, and my whole body heated up, giving me an unprecedented feeling.
The photographer, admiring my efforts, gestured for me to slowly remove my last piece of clothing, my underwear. Oh my god! Am I completely naked? Being naked in front of two men was something I'd never done before. I think I was getting excited, and with the photographer's persuasion and praise, I slowly took off my underwear, my whole body exposed to them. My neat pubic hair was also revealed, which made Mingwei's expression even more surprised. But the more surprised Mingwei was, the more I seemed to be lost in the atmosphere. It turned out this was another version of me...

At this moment, I could feel a trickle of vaginal fluid flowing out. My brain was being greatly stimulated, so I was a little dizzy. Under the photographer's guidance, my movements became bolder and bolder, and my behavior was getting a little out of control. After posing for a while, the photographer deliberately asked if I was a virgin, praising my figure as pure and lovely like a virgin's. These provocative words made me feel sexually aroused, like I'd taken morphine, and my body became even more excited.
At this moment, the photographer told me, "Beautiful lady, your nipples need to stand up a bit more, it will look better in the photo." He then told me to pinch my own nipples to see if I could make them stand up more. I shyly did as the photographer said, but the scene was truly blood-pumping, because the image of me rubbing my own breasts was just like a scene from a Japanese adult film. I even noticed that Mingwei's crotch was quickly swelling.

Suddenly, the photographer stopped shooting, saying the photos weren't good enough. He went upstairs and got a small yellow model cup, then took a small popsicle from it. He came to my side, still praising my figure, saying that because my nipples weren't perky enough, the photos wouldn't look good. So, he asked for my permission to stimulate my nipples with the popsicle. Trusting his professionalism, I nodded without fully understanding what he said.
The photographer then rubbed the popsicle in circles on my nipples. I trembled and let out a soft moan. I had never experienced such stimulation before! However, my expression seemed to indicate comfort; my nipples quickly became erect, and even the small buds on my areolas were clearly visible. Mmm! The photographer was experienced; otherwise, it might have taken Mingwei's tongue to get it...cc...

The photographer was still whispering something in my ear, the popsicle in his hand gently stimulating my nipples. At that moment, I seemed to involuntarily part my legs slightly, and looking through the slit, I saw familiar love juice flowing down my labia. The photographer then handed me the popsicle and guided me to slide my hand on my labia before getting up and returning to the camera to continue shooting. However, Mingwei, watching from the side, was burning with lust and looked like he couldn't take it anymore. In all the years we'd known each other, Mingwei had never seen such a steamy scene. This was a different me, completely different from the one Mingwei knew.

Just as I was reaching the height of my arousal, a highly erotic scene unfolded before Mingwei: I was sliding an ice pop against the entrance of my vagina, sometimes gently inserting it inside, and my face was flushed. I knew I was in the throes of intense arousal; although I tried my best to remain silent, they could still faintly hear my rapid breathing.

At this moment, I felt my vagina was even wetter than before, my whole body was burning, and a strange pleasure and stimulation continued to assault me. Although no one had actually touched my body, my inner desires had overwhelmed me; I didn't even want the photoshoot to end so quickly. Lust was gradually eroding my reason.

Just then, the photographer drew back the curtain. A classic European-style bed appeared behind us, and we were asked to move onto it to continue the photoshoot. Mingwei asked me hesitantly, "Is it okay now?" I squinted at him, and he said, "Just one more shot." Mingwei
's eyes were fixed on my naked body, and his crotch was trembling. I figured he'd definitely make love to me when we got home. Confidently, I told Mingwei, "You'll see a beautiful me after the photos are taken."
A pink and white sheet was laid on the classic bed, and the photographer had scattered some rose petals. I told Mingwei to step back a little so he wouldn't block the photographer's view. He took several steps back; he probably wanted to calm down so he wouldn't get too carried away and end up on the bed with me, which would be embarrassing. Sure enough, Mingwei said, "I'm going upstairs for a smoke and to buy a few drinks at the convenience store." I nodded, somewhat dazed.
After Mingwei went upstairs, the photographer told me to lie on the bed and spread my legs, which I slowly did. I never imagined I would do something so bold; it turned out I couldn't control myself in this atmosphere. I closed my eyes and slowly opened my legs, touching my labia with my left hand and my breast with my right. I was now an animal in heat; lust made me unable to control my behavior. I seemed to want to enjoy this pleasure. I automatically parted my labia majora so the photographer could clearly capture my private parts.

After a while, I spread my labia minora and raised my legs high. It was a very shameful pose, but with the photographer's praise, I couldn't help but follow his instructions. At that moment, all I wanted was to have a beautiful photo taken.

At that moment, the photographer suddenly opened the antique wardrobe next to us, which contained all sorts of extremely provocative lingerie. He encouraged me to wear these lingerie for the photoshoot, so I chose a purple lace corset. The corset, worn below my breasts, made my breasts appear even higher and more alluring. The corset had four lace straps attached to pale purple stockings, making me look like an extremely wanton noblewoman. Under the camera's lens, I boldly struck various provocative and wanton poses, just to capture my most sensual side.

I gently caressed my breasts, my vulva wide open for the photographers to take pictures. My expression looked truly wanton; my vagina was already soaking wet, feeling an intense tingling sensation inside. My labia majora and minora were swollen and engorged with blood from excitement. It seemed I really wanted something to fill my vagina.

The photographer then took out a small bottle and told me it was a new product. He said that if sprayed on the skin, it would make it smooth and beautiful, like wearing stockings, and would look even better in photos. I had seen this product in magazines, but had never used it. I was surprised that the photographer had it, but for the sake of the good photos, I immediately nodded in agreement.

So I took the bottle and began to apply it. "It's not applied evenly; there are some areas that aren't covered," the photographer said while inspecting the product. He then took the jar from my hand, poured a little onto his own, and before I could notice, he bent down and applied the oil to the inside of my thigh.

I asked shyly, "Where?" I only managed to answer when the photographer started applying it, but my half-questioning tone made it seem like I was agreeing with his actions. It was too late to stop him, so I had no choice but to acquiesce.
The photographer practically reapplied oil to my legs. His large, delicate hands moved slowly down my thighs to my calves. The photographer's movements were very slow; it felt more like caressing than applying oil. He stroked my oily legs back and forth, and the smooth, comfortable sensation made my already sensitive body tremble slightly.

The photographer, kneeling on the ground, had his face directly facing my crotch. I could feel his warm breath hitting my sensitive spot, sending shivers down my spine. I had a feeling this wasn't going to end well...
"Come on! Lift it up." The photographer, getting excited, lifted one of my legs and placed it on the edge of the bed. I was a little unsteady on my feet, and one hand naturally rested on the photographer's thin shoulder. Without saying a word, the photographer took off my high heels and applied oil evenly from my toes to the soles of my feet, down to my ankles. This felt very comfortable, and with the occasional acupressure massage, I felt my whole body gradually relax. Then, the photographer quickly put the high heels back on for me. This was the first time someone had helped me put on high heels, and such attentiveness made me feel a little giddy. But after I was in them, the photographer still put my feet on the edge of the bed.

The photographer poured some more oil into his palm and began applying it to my other foot, gently stroking upwards from the calf to the knee. This gave me a very stimulating feeling because one leg was bent and propped up on the edge of the bed, my thigh was spread apart, and my lower body was completely open. Moreover, this position caused my vulva to open slightly, and with the comfortable stimulation of the oil, my vulva instinctively opened and closed, as if expecting something. I knew that this continuous engorgement would make me overly excited.

I tried to control the feelings that were starting to rise within me, but the photographer continued to caress
, massage, and rub, while getting closer to my private parts. The photographer's hand reached my pubic area and then suddenly stopped. He then traced a line along the edge of my pubic bone with his finger. This gesture eased my tension; after all, the photographer was quite restrained and wouldn't cross that line. This action truly made me feel at ease and enjoy the photographer's service.

At this point, the photographer asked me to stand up so he could check if the application was even. "Hmm! Your thighs are still a little lacking," the photographer said, then poured some more "stocking oil" onto his hand.

However, because my feet, which had just been covered in oil, and the tops of my high heels were slippery from the oil, I was a little unsteady on my feet. I had to put both hands on the photographer's shoulders. Similarly, the photographer's hands continued to apply the oil up to my upper thighs, but this time he lingered on the very top of my thighs, massaging back and forth along the edge of my labia majora. This action, being so close to my private parts, created a sense of constant potential assault, which aroused me even more. But I still risked letting the photographer continue.

Fortunately, the photographer still maintained boundaries, but this very restraint made me trust him and lower my guard. "All done! You've really gotten lucky this time." I teased the photographer, trusting him not to do anything inappropriate, so we chatted freely and naturally.
"All done!" The photographer stood up to put the bottle away, but I tripped over it, spilling some on me.
"Okay! I think I'll have to rub it all over to make it even!" the photographer laughed.

My breasts were covered in oil. "Wow! It's even soaked into my clothes," I exclaimed. The photographer had indeed accidentally spilled a lot of oil on me; the oil from my chest slid down my cleavage and into my vest, which was quite uncomfortable, since it was all on my chest.

"Come on! Or you can take off the vest." Since he was right next to me, the photographer pulled me closer without a word. I turned around so my back was to him, and he immediately found the vest's buttons and unbuttoned them all at once, removing the purple vest from my body.
"Spread the oil evenly; it'll look better and feel more comfortable." The photographer tossed the vest aside and, without waiting for my reply, began stroking my back. Some of the oil had already dripped down my back, but the photographer's hands moved slowly upwards from my waist, making it impossible to tell whether it was the oil that had just dripped down or the oil from his hands.
"My legs are so sore!" I said to the photographer in a spoiled tone. As for the photographer's actions of taking off my vest and applying oil, I wasn't particularly opposed. In fact, I felt quite comfortable with it. Mainly because I'd trusted the photographer since the shoot started, believing he wouldn't do anything inappropriate.

The photographer walked to the bedside and sat down. "Come on! Sit on my lap, that way you won't get any on the sheets." The photographer took my arm, turned me around, and gently pulled me down.
"Aren't you afraid I'll break your leg?" I teased the photographer, gently sitting on his lap with his help. I thought it should be fine, since I wasn't sitting on his thighs, but when my bare buttocks touched his knees, the bones pressed against them, making me feel a little uncomfortable.

"What are you afraid of? It's not like you're sitting on something you shouldn't be sitting on." The photographer made a slightly lewd joke, but his hands weren't idle. After I sat down, his hands reached my shoulders and began to stroke my neck and shoulders, then slowly moved down to apply acupressure.

"Your skills are pretty good; you could get a side job," I said to the photographer. The photographer's massage was very comfortable, especially with the oily lubrication. I could feel the photographer's hands moving around, then down to my waist, then back up, stroking and stroking, and then stroking my smooth and soft back without any obstruction.
Because the photographer's pants were also covered in oil, I would slowly slide down his lap when I sat on his knees. I didn't adjust my posture and just slid down naturally so that my buttocks wouldn't be uncomfortable from the pressure of his kneecaps. I felt the photographer's hand move down my waist to my lower abdomen, wiping away the oil that had dripped down there.
The photographer's hand then stroked along the edge of my pubic hair and slowly moved upwards to the lower edge of my breasts, gently stroking along the edge of my breasts. I started to tremble slightly again.

Fortunately, I was facing away from the photographer. On the other hand, the photographer seemed to be raising his knees intentionally or unintentionally, which made me slowly slide down to the photographer's thighs while sitting on his knees, until my buttocks touched the photographer's lower abdomen. My bare back was almost touching the photographer's, and the photographer naturally put his hand along his waist to touch his lower abdomen.

Suddenly, the photographer's hand slid into my inner thigh, which aroused me slightly, while his other hand caressed the edge of my breast, pushing upwards with each stroke. Each touch covered a larger area of my breast, intensifying the stimulation. I knew the photographer was testing the waters with each movement, constantly crossing the line, but the smooth, slippery sensation from the lubricant on his hand and skin created a feeling I couldn't bear to stop.
"Mmm~~." When the photographer's entire hand rubbed my breasts, my body went limp. I wanted to make a sound to ask him to stop, but when his fingers pinched my nipples, I unconsciously let out my first lewd moan. Encouraged by the moan, the photographer continued, one hand caressing my breasts, the other rubbing my nipples with his palm, while the other hand directly kneaded my nipples with his fingers. Waves of tingling pleasure shot through my brain, and my moans grew louder.

As my body grew increasingly hot, I felt a hot, hard rod pressing against my buttocks. I knew it was the photographer's penis, but I didn't care anymore. I knew it was a normal male reaction, and it proved that my body was beautiful and alluring. Under the photographer's caresses, my whole body began to heat up again.

Then the photographer leaned close to my ear, his warm breath making my whole body itch. Suddenly, he bit my earlobe, and I almost immediately let out a groan of ecstasy. It was a very sensitive spot for me; once bitten, my whole body would go limp. Coupled with his large hands roaming all over my body, my primal female instincts were about to explode.
"Ah~~ Ah~~." The photographer kept kneading my nipples forcefully, making me feel both numb and tingly, so stimulated that I couldn't speak. Just as I was about to lose myself in the moment, the photographer supported my left thigh with one hand and wrapped his other arm around my waist. Then, with a twist, I found myself straddling the photographer's lap, facing him.

This unexpected action caught me off guard. Sitting on the photographer's slippery lap, I couldn't stop him in time, and instinctively followed his movements, naturally straddling his thighs and kneeling on his lap. However, this wasn't like before, where we were chest to back; now there was a small distance between us. This drastic movement drove me a little crazy.
"Photographer! Is this... okay?" Even though the photographer had already touched all over my chest, this position still made me incredibly embarrassed! "Mmm~~" the photographer mumbled, placing his hands on my sides and gently sliding them up and down. I was extremely aroused, so I could only let the photographer caress my slender waist.

I felt the photographer's gaze move down to my bare breasts. My breasts were beautifully shaped,
not sagging with age, and firm and perky. I knew a man was scrutinizing my naked body, and I could feel my nipples hardening.
"Beautiful! You're even prettier than a goddess." The photographer exclaimed, placing my hands on his shoulders and moving his hands to caress my exposed breasts. Hearing his praise, my defenses nearly crumbled. While I outwardly seemed to want him to stop, I remained seated on his lap.
"Madam! Don't you dare do anything inappropriate to me!" the photographer teased me. This annoyance helped me relax. I retorted, "Stop being so vain!" The photographer had successfully diverted my attention.
"Come on! Hold on tight! I'll pour some more oil!" Before I could react, the photographer's hand on my waist wrapped around it, and he leaned forward, freeing one hand to reach for the oil on the camera stand. Now, the photographer was holding me tightly, but my large nipples were pressed against his chest, squeezing my deformed breasts. This made me nervous, but I couldn't react immediately. The photographer's hand, which was on my thigh, moved upwards, caressing my waist slowly until it reached the side of my breast, where he gently pressed and kneaded it with his thumb.

When the photographer's hand covered my entire breast, I trembled all over, a tingling sensation immediately spreading throughout my body. "You...you...you can't do that!" I was burning up, feigning modesty with the photographer. "That's for sure," the photographer replied with a slightly eerie smile.
"What do you mean by 'doing that'?" the photographer asked me teasingly. "Doing that! Doing that means..." "Doing that means you...you...that..." I was too embarrassed to say the rest.
At this point, the clever photographer realized I was overly excited and probably wanted it, so he asked if I needed a male model to "assist in the shoot." I closed my eyes in a daze and nodded without thinking.
Unexpectedly, the photographer volunteered, saying he was very photogenic and that a photoshoot with me would be aesthetically pleasing. He also mentioned the camera could be set to automatic shooting. He assured me that it would only involve some passionate poses and would stop there, with no inappropriate behavior. However, in my excitement, I had no defenses, and I had developed feelings of liking and trust for the photographer during the shoot, so I agreed.

At this point, the photographer walked to the edge of the bed, took off his clothes, and ah~~ his penis was very long and thick. The photographer instructed me on some sexually suggestive positions. I did as he said. Suddenly, the photographer gently kissed my earlobe and whispered praises, which I responded with soft moans. Then, he kissed my lips and slipped his tongue into my mouth. My tongue involuntarily intertwined with his, and the camera continued to take pictures automatically. A

moment later, he began to caress my breasts, making my body feel like it was about to explode. My body was completely melting. He started sucking on my breasts, the intense sensations flooding my mind. When he gently bit my nipple, I completely surrendered. At that moment, unless Mingwei was present to stop me, I couldn't stop myself. My vagina was tingling unbearably, and I was increasingly aroused.

The photographer began his assault, relentlessly licking my erect breasts, my pink nipples becoming even more erect. My juices were overflowing, soaking the entire sheet, and my vagina was completely wet.
The camera shutter clicked incessantly; I should have known and understood what was about to happen, but I didn't seem to want to stop.

I was actually waiting for Mingwei to stop me, but he was outside buying drinks. Next, the photographer spread my legs, caressing my labia and inserting his fingers into my vagina, pumping them in and out. Once he was sure I was completely wet, and his penis was already engorged and ready to be used...

The photographer seemed to have planned this all along; he had put on a condom without my noticing. He guided my hand to touch his penis. Since Mingwei wasn't there, I felt I was going all out. I was already in a state of unbearable emptiness, and I was very aroused when I touched his hard, thick penis. Slowly, I even started stroking the photographer's large penis.
At this moment, the photographer parted my dark pubic hair, and my vulva was already overflowing. The photographer put his mouth to my swollen labia and began to lick them. I kept pressing the photographer's head down with both hands, as if afraid that his head would suddenly leave.

The photographer's hands weren't idle either. Besides licking my vulva with his tongue, his hands were constantly kneading my breasts, occasionally making my nipples slap against each other. I closed my eyes tightly and shook my head violently, my buttocks swaying in sync with the tongue's movements—it felt incredibly good.

After a while, the photographer suddenly climbed on top of me, and we found solace in a 69 position. The photographer teased my clitoris with his tongue, while I used my lips to caress his large penis, both of us pleasing each other.
The photographer then knelt between my legs, seemingly encouraged by me, praising the shape and color of my vulva while rubbing the head of his penis against my labia. The photographer was quite proper at first, but after a while he slid the tip of his penis into my vagina, leaving the base outside. My vagina suddenly felt full, which excited me greatly. I kept my eyes closed, enjoying the pleasure of my vagina being expanded by his penis, but I was still waiting for Mingwei to appear and stop my lewd behavior.

At this point, I said shyly, "Okay, okay, I can't take it anymore, please stop!" But the photographer didn't want to stop and continued to push in. My vagina was being stretched by the photographer's penis, which made me feel a little painful, but also very comfortable. My vagina was about to be squeezed to the point of bursting. I thought to myself that my first time with a man other than my husband was happening under these circumstances.

But Mingwei still didn't appear, and I couldn't help but let out some sounds. I was already immersed in this pleasure. Because my vagina was already wet, the photographer's penis slid into my vagina smoothly. My vagina was already filled with his penis. This extremely intense pleasure was something I had been looking forward to for a long time.
The photographer began thrusting, his technique excellent, as if he'd been trained. At first, he'd pull out an inch or two before plunging back in, then more, until finally, with each pull, he'd draw his penis all the way to the entrance of my vagina, then plunge it in, driving it deep inside.

I kept moaning, "Ohhhhhh! Mmmhhhhh!" My juices flowed like a warm spring from an unseen source, soaking both of our genitals and the sheets beneath me. The photographer thrust even harder, increasing the speed of his thrusts, his thick penis moving rapidly in and out of my vagina, stirring up the juices with a squelching sound.

The photographer, while penetrating my vagina, also played with my swaying breasts. Suddenly, he pulled out his thick penis, flipped me over on the bed, and made me lie face down on the edge of the bed with my buttocks raised. The photographer stood by the bed, pulled my buttocks closer, and thrust his penis into my open vagina again. With his hands, he pulled and pushed my body, his penis moving in and out effortlessly. I was the one being penetrated, begging for mercy. My 34C breasts swayed back and forth, creating a very alluring wave.

The photographer's penis penetrated even deeper into my vagina, making me moan continuously. I knew I was about to reach orgasm! The photographer, a master of lust, probably sensed it too. He thrust into me at an even faster pace, and I let out a long, drawn-out cry, my body arching as I neared orgasm.

Then, the photographer slowed down and pulled his penis out. I reached out to grab him. He said, "Call me 'brother,' and say 'come and fuck me,' and I'll give it to you." At this point, I didn't care about shame anymore and cried out, "Brother! Give it to me! Brother, put it in!"
The photographer then triumphantly thrust his large penis back into my vagina. After a few wild thrusts, I let out another long, drawn-out cry, my body arching as I reached orgasm!

The photographer was indeed young, especially his penis, which was both impressive and long-lasting. He was lying on the bed again, and he lifted me up so I could straddle him. "I haven't climaxed yet!" the photographer teased. Then he inserted his thick penis into my wet vagina. Oh~~~~mmm~~~~ I groaned wildly again, shaking my hips frantically. His thick, round glans constantly stimulated my G-spot, thrusting again and again. A pleasurable rush of pleasure shot through my body, oh~~~~it was wonderful.

The photographer kept matching my swaying and thrusting, his fingers occasionally caressing my anus, sometimes moving to my swaying breasts, and sometimes pressing on my nipples. This action continued until the photographer let out a cry of pain, quickened his piston-like movements, and his buttocks twitched and trembled as he ejaculated a large amount of semen into my vagina. Through the condom, I could feel that his semen was plentiful and hot, and I felt a warm current inside my vagina, reaching another kind of orgasm.
After the photographer left my body, I lay exhausted on the bed, panting softly, savoring the two wonderful orgasms. The photographer was tidying up clothes and debris nearby, but I was almost unconscious, only wanting the sexual surging through my body to continue.

When Mingwei came downstairs, he only saw me lying comfortably on my back, the photographer already dressed and standing by the camera, capturing my satisfied expression. My beautiful doll-like face was flushed with pleasure and satisfaction. A small waterfall of vaginal fluid overflowed from my vagina, flowing down my anus and onto the sheets. This erotic scene was brilliantly captured by the camera, but Mingwei didn't see it... I think he'll never see these photos!

Let's
all give this a huge thumbs up!

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/191819.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=191819&aspx=1

Last access time:

Previous Page : Cleverly capturing the mother-in-law

Next Page : The Legend of Sword and Fairy H, Chapter Twelve: The Fox Spirit

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

Art photos

comment Open a new window to view comments