I've been looking at you all the time, looking at your sweet and green back, your boobs overflowing from the collar, and your beautiful and slender legs. The magic of the wildness exudes in the shaking of your figure, and I can't help but be tempted.

I want to see your moist eyes, look up at your dignified face, and let you be dyed with my color when your heart melts in passion. Your slender eyebrows and smooth skin are like flowers that make my heart flutter.

I can't control my love for you. I want to tell you, I want to say to you, I've fallen in love with you, in love with your silver hair, in love with your tail, in love with your boobs, in love with your legs, in love with everything about you.

If I could, I would like to embrace your warm body, indulge in your fragrant scent, kiss your delicate and soft lips, and pour out my love for you.

"Gah!" Ulysses' pen drew a strange curve, pulling an irregular line directly on the back half of the letter.

This, what is this! How did he write such a thing!

This mess was really written by himself? Ulysses sweated profusely when he looked at the words that were more like bad novels than love letters.

He could swear to his belief in the Most High God that he never wanted to write such a bad article. But before he knew it, his hand shook, and then he didn't even know what he was writing.

Calm, calm, it's just a small mistake, and everyone will have the first failure. Putting aside the first failed letter, Ulysses began to calm down, praying to God several times before starting to write again.

Hello, Lynn—

I have a dream that I wish I could always be by your side, looking at your smile, watching your back.

If dreams can come true, I want to come to you, hold your hand, and kiss you on the lips. Your body trembles as I caress you, your slender legs merging together from tension. I reached out and removed all the boots and socks from my beautiful feet.

In the moonlight, your feet exude a white texture like fat and cheese, and on your beautiful face like a silver moon, the cherry lips bite lightly, and the beautiful eyes are shyly closed, and let out emotional moans. Long silver hair sits over your shoulders, giving you a beauty like no other in the world.

I admired your sculpture-like ** as if I were looking at the most beautiful work of art in the world. In my eyes, there is nothing more beautiful in this world.

You turn your head away, blushing and waiting for something. You try your best to suppress your voice, but you can't control your emotions, and your hands are propped up on the grass, clutching the roots of the grass.

That must be willing, I thought about licking your delicate jade feet, kissing your round arches, and kissing along your white skin from toes to instep, and then from instep to calf. On your slender and beautiful legs, leave my taste, my kiss marks.

I hear your sweet gasp in my ears, and you're waiting for me to reach out and undo your skirt and completely liberate your beautiful body. What a beauty, what a temptation, I can't control my inner **......

"Whoa, a

Why, halfway through writing, it became this kind of thing again. He obviously just wanted an ordinary love letter with polite wording to express his heart, why did it become such a mess.

Is it broken? Is his head broken? Is it polluted by something strange? How else would he have written something like this?

No way, there must be something wrong, he definitely didn't write anything like this, do it again. This time, be sure to write a love letter that is serious, polite, and can convey the good feelings between lovers.

Lynn, may God bless you—

There are countless stars in the sky, but you are the most dazzling one, and even the light of the sun and moon cannot hide the light in my heart.

Lynn, the light of my life, the fire of my desires. My sin, my soul. Lynn, the tip of your tongue is up, and you can burn my ** by saying your name gently.

Lynn, the girl who looks up at the sun in the rain under the sun, the sexy girl who is wet, you have more light than the sun.

You raised your slightly flushed face and looked at me, I couldn't believe I liked you, and under my careful and gentle touch, you finally snuggled up to me in my arms with peace of mind.

You quietly closed your eyes, your soft lips trembled slightly, waiting for me, so I raised your face and kissed your lips gently. My tongue gently pushes your lips away, savoring the softness of your lips as it penetrates passionately into your mouth.

You trembled and stuck out your tongue and intertwined it with mine, and the warmth of your tongue made me so confused that I couldn't help it. It would be superfluous to say anything more, I will put you on the bed and untie your clothes.

You curled up and looked at me uneasily, I gently touched your skin, then stroked your slender legs.

Your cherry lips let out a delicate gasp that made me unable to be rational any longer. I don't want to leave you, I want to keep everything about you for myself. Your sweaty skin glows beautifully white, and your petite body trembles with nervousness.

What a beautiful and seductive body, love gradually welled up in my heart. My hand touched your pink tip and was amazed at your softness. Seeing your shoulders trembling slightly and your back bent, I couldn't bear it anymore.

With your lovely body completely in your hands, you twist your body sultryly, as if words dodge your own pleasure. I won't let you run away, press on your body, let the saliva rub on your completely stiff tip, and let your body smell like me.

The ** that wants to ravage you wantonly comes to your heart, and your body begins to ooze sweat droplets like pearls, and your snow-white skin is dyed with a layer of pink. I clenched your hand when I saw you begging for my slender arms, panting pink lips, sweaty wet hair, and breasts that rose and fell with the rhythm of your breathing.

With gasps and scents, mutually encompassing bodies intertwine with each other, and the burning skin conveys your true heart, which is the fiery melody of our breath, the vow to embrace you forever.

"Boom!" Ulysses pulled out of the abyss and cut the table in front of him in half. Three more and more radical, more and more evil love letters flew in the air and fell to the ground, as if secretly laughing at Ulysses' useless struggle.