和Mr.Y的分手炮(1/6)

有的人只能当炮友，即使我不服输。
                                                                                                                                                                
                                                                                                                                                                “想我没？”
                                                                                                                                                                我穿了条淡绿色的旗袍，急匆匆地走到他家。一进门他就一把抱住我，用胡渣蹭着我的脖颈问我。
                                                                                                                                                                “想”字还咽在喉咙里，嘴又被他堵上来。鼻尖也对着他的鼻尖，一丝呼吸的余地都没有。他的舌头在和我较劲，我却只想以舌尖问候一下他牙齿内壁——沿着他崎岖齿纹缓缓起步，才能攀上最后愉悦的悬崖。
                                                                                                                                                                我挣开他，喘息着嚷道“我喘不过气来了”，他才让舌头放过我的舌头，解开我旗袍上的盘口，把旗袍褪到腰间，露出我整个肩膀和胸脯，转而吮吸我的脖颈。
                                                                                                                                                                “不要给我吸出印子了啊！”我有点恼，拍了一下他。
                                                                                                                                                                “怎么？怕给人看到？我偏要吸出来让人家看到，你这小骚货全身上下都被我尝过了。”
                                                                                                                                                                我拗不过他，只好由他作画一样地在我身上留下他的痕迹：颈上、胸前，再向下到大腿里侧……
                                                                                                                                                                我看着他这样伏在我身上，甚觉时光难得。比起抓着他的肩膀把他按在床上再扒开他的裤子用嘴含住他，这一刻我反而想伸进衣领顺着他背脊上的曲线好好抚摸他。我的手指点着他的腰窝，好像可以把今天之后他就要离开我这件事塞进他的腰窝里一样。
                                                                   

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