yang台

                              顾烟阻止不及，眼看他随手把r贴粘在身边的栏杆上，大手握住她的绵软用力的r0un1e起来，她又羞又急，抬脚狠狠的往他脚上踩了上去。                                                                                                             高跟鞋加上她的t重，梁飞凡皮再厚也痛的闷哼，一把抱起她放在栏杆上，顾烟背后一空，往下一看不由得尖叫！这是三楼！摔下去不si也会很伤好不好！                                                                                                             她别无选择，立刻伸手紧紧抱住了梁飞凡的头，向他靠去。                                                                                                             梁飞凡的脸正好埋在她的x口，他发出愉悦的笑声，隔着衣服含上她丰盈的顶端。                                                                                                             顾烟又怕又羞，上下不得，被他hanzhu的地方扩散出一阵阵su麻，麻痹着全身的肌肉。他猛兽般扯咬她的柔软，留下一个个红se的痕迹，她渐渐受不住，整个人软下来，趴在他肩头。                                                                                                             梁飞凡一把抱她下来，大手按住她的翘t，压向自己的火热，顾烟清晰的感受到一根铁一般坚y的东西抵着自己。他的嗓音暧昧沙哑：“想我吗？”                                                                                                             顾烟被他逗弄的分不清东南西北，他在她耳边吹着热气，说“点头。”                                                                                                             她咬着唇别过脸去，倔强的不肯承认。                                                                                                             梁飞凡大手更为用力，r0u着她的t把她按向自己，简直要将她r0u到身t里面去，低头又吻住她，狠狠的在她唇上辗转x1shun。                                                                                                             “啊呀！”                                                                                                             他们正天雷g地火，yan台的门却忽然被打开。                                                                                                             梁飞凡连忙把顾烟的头按在怀里，微微侧过身子，确认她衣衫不整的样子不被人看见，才转过去看是谁找si来了。                                                                                                             顾明珠带着一大帮人站在那里，掩着嘴吃惊的问：“他们说yan台门被反锁了，我还以为谁恶作剧呢！谁知道——恩，小烟，你方便出来吗？我四处找你，爸爸的老朋友来了，陈康陈伯伯，他坚持要见见你。”