Finally, the red snake circled to the fragrant grass depression deep in her beautiful legs. The lush fragrant grass accompanied by the wind, and there was a delicate small spring in the sparse grass. The spring mouth was round and tender, the inner wall was tight and fine, layer by layer, sometimes tight and sometimes loose, and the spring was surging. A few gentle and slender aquatic plants were lying on the water bank, curved, and the fragrance of clear water was lying at the sweet hole. The snake letter touched everywhere, gently tapping the tip of the swollen and raised clitoris, and sweeping over the bloody and plump labia. It was probably the good place to drink water. The smooth and greasy taste was as good as the taste of the red snake. The red snake finally poked its head out and pushed towards the vagina...