From the camera, there was a small hole filled with countless pink wrinkles in a clear crack, which was sucking and releasing under the camera, like a hungry little mouth, and was about to suck something to fill its empty inner world. I saw my thick dragon and Wenhua's vaginal fluid, holding against the seemingly bottomless hole. At this time, I no longer hesitated, and immediately drilled the muzzle that had not dried up, into the pink chrysanthemum hole, and let this small camera witness this historic moment for me.