The tip of the tongue poked up, teasing the honey-slit powder until it resisted the small flesh stalks that swollen from the greasy lips. Regardless of the beauties' sorrow, they worked hard to lick and suck. Under the trembling beads, the sugar-like honey liquid rushed out, and the splashing center of the legs was covered in a mess and sticky area. At the same time, there was no fishy smell. A rich and intoxicating sweetness floated in the air, which was very special.