"Beauty, your breasts are so big, can you touch them?"
A certain woman looked at the beauty pitifully.
The beauty does not appreciate her face, and is indifferent.
A certain woman laughed when she heard it.
There was silence for a while.
At this time, the corner of the beauty's mouth twitched, and a certain woman stretched out her dirty little claws to attack the white and tender flesh.
A certain woman suddenly raised her head, met the beauty's murderous eyes, and retracted her hand angrily: "I'm sorry, my hand...,, My hand is drawn."
The hand is twitching. . . Smoked. . .
The beauty stared helplessly at a certain woman.