♪ Night's companion ♪

In the night, the candles swung, there was only an old woman sitting in the study with a black man, and the woman's face was cold, and the hand of the palm light was gently on the shoulders of the man, who used to hold the ceremonial number, and the man looked at the woman and lost his god while she was preparing her collar, and the woman was breathing close to her head, and the man's throat moved softly, but she didn't lift open the window, and the woman's finger was slowly moving up the man's neck, and the woman's finger was holding her wrist, and the man finally pulled close to her nostrils, and the candle went off, and the two men were breathing, and the feet were ringing from the door, and she just blinked, and the relationship went out of control at this moment.