和Mr.Y的分手炮(3/6)

                                                                  我咯咯地笑起来，拍了一下他屁股。
                                                                                                                                                                “虎毒还不食子呢。”
                                                                                                                                                                我躺在他的臂弯里，手指在他的鼻梁起舞，踏着碎步沿着人中走到胸口，在他的胸口画圈圈。
                                                                                                                                                                “你什么时候走呀？”
                                                                                                                                                                “月底。”
                                                                                                                                                                我点点头，没再接话，手指仍在画圈，也不敢说出“我等着你”之类的我自己都不相信的话。
                                                                                                                                                                “我读完书，大概在那边工作个几年再回来吧。”
                                                                                                                                                                我还是点点头。十几秒之后，我才反应过来，以后可能都不会再和他拥有这样的时刻了。有点咬着牙地，爬起来坐在他身上亲他。只舔舔牙齿内壁怎么行呢。今天我非吞了你不可。
                                                                                                                                                                他的舌头配合我在他口里胡闹，手则试探着我的深处。其实哪需要他动手呀，平日里我一想到他之前在我身上出过的汗，脸色就会自然绯红。他的手毫不费力地就钻进了我的身体，我开始吻得不专心，想要拿开他的手，又想要他再深一点、再快一点……
                                                                                                                                                                他把手拿出来给我看，我看到一片黏稠，有点害羞地朝他怀里躲着不肯多看。他硬是掰着我的脸，把沾满体液的手往我嘴里塞。我的味道也一样是咸咸的，又不是一样的咸。我一点一点地舔着他的手，然后带着从他手上收来的那些，又开始亲他。
 

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