C693 Temptation in the night(3)

The woman's slim waist was swaying, her clothes fluttering in the wind, and her long sleeves intertwined with each other. An endless stream of postures flew out, and the tortuous figures merged together.

She was barefooted and barefooted, dancing on the rhythm of the bayonet. Her dance was like a dream. Her joints were as flexible as a snake's, and she could twist them around freely