Lin Daiyu leaned in the mandarin duck gauze tent, her thin eyebrows frowned slightly, and tears in the corners of her eyes. If it were normal, this sentimental Piner would cry. But it was different at this time. Although she was crying, her face was blushing and shy, and she was very charming. She was originally the boy behind her. She held Daiyu's thin willow waist and kept thrusting the strong cock in and out of the girl's tender pussy. She could only be pity Lin Daiyu, who is still young, and now she is only ten years old. She is not as old as a cardamom, but she was thrusting back and forth by the thick cock of the baby's arm. It should be a lot of pain, but she still serves with tears and does her best to be happy.