第二百一十章碰撞(1/8)

乔桥尖叫一声，谢知将餐椅一脚踢开，凶狠地将她压在了地毯上。
                                                                                                                                                                粗硬的短绒摩擦着乔桥的后背，在她娇嫩的皮肤上留下一道道泛红的刮痕，但这点小疼与下身甬道被肉刃刺入的痛楚比起来不值一提，她疼得甚至被迫屏住了呼吸，因为哪怕是肺叶在胸腔中的稍稍扩张，都会牵动已经绷紧到极限的神经。
                                                                                                                                                                “好多了。”
                                                                                                                                                                淌出的血液如同一块鲜红的小岛在深褐色的地毯上慢慢扩张着，谢知脸上脖颈上全是冷汗，但表情却前所未有的愉悦：“有点软了，你等一等，一会儿就好。”
                                                                                                                                                                他说的是埋在乔桥体内的东西，餐刀贯掌的痛楚将濒临射精的快感硬生生压下去，阴茎都有些萎靡不振，但这种状态也仅仅持续了一小会儿。乔桥闭着眼睛，感受着它在体内渐渐胀大，重新勃起。
                                                                                                                                                                先前的主动和盲目自信，此时此刻全变成了套在她脖子上的枷锁。
                                                                                                                                                                “这次我慢一点。”谢知低声笑着，“你想快些也可以，刚才那样主动我就很喜欢。不过我这状态，想让我射得拿出十成十的本事了。”
                                                                                                                                                                “……”
                                                                                                                                                                他这下不急了，有闲心仔细欣赏乔桥的表情，少女一副不愿接受现实的样子，闭着眼睛不肯看他，只有嘴唇动了动。
                                                                                                                                                                “你说什么？”
                                                                

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