第(3/4)节 含含糊糊的媚声叫起来，“嗯……嗯……好舒服……嗯……好好……好好吃……还要……。”                                                                                                            因为含着的过于粗大而酸痛的下颚被一只有力的手捏住，指节分明，大力的捏的她发痛，她的嘴不由得张的更大，嘴里的yu却退了出去。梁飞凡从桌上ch0u过几张纸，皱着眉擦着yu上的晶亮的唾ye。                                                                                                            回头要好好表扬十七楼的训练人员，他这个见惯风月的，也不得不说那个nv孩的技巧确实一流，单单口技一项，就足以让人发疯。                                                                                                            只是——不是她。当初顾烟之后，很长一段时间里他都以为这辈子要和自己的双手过了。也没有别的，就是觉得，不是她，不是她就不要。                                                                                                            nv孩在梁飞凡整理衣服的过程里安静的发抖，“梁先生……”                                                                                                            “不关你事。放心。”他淡然自若的说。                                                                                                            nv孩还是难过，小声的哭起来。                                                                                                            秦宋怒火冲天的开门进来时，就看到浑身ch11u0的哭泣少nv和应该吃饱喝足却依旧眉头紧皱的男人。                                                                                                            “什么事？”                                                                                                            秦宋眯眼打量了地下的少nv，没被动过，很好。语气也轻快起来，“顾家派了车把烟姐接走了。”                                                                                                            “知道了。”                                                                                             
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