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​‍‌​‍‌​‍‌他​‍‌们​‍‌以​‍‌前​‍‌在​‍‌一​‍‌起​‍‌时​‍‌，​‍‌做​‍‌过​‍‌许​‍‌多​‍‌次​‍‌爱​‍‌，​‍‌却​‍‌只​‍‌接​‍‌过​‍‌一​‍‌个​‍‌吻​‍‌，​‍‌那​‍‌个​‍‌吻​‍‌之​‍‌后​‍‌，​‍‌他​‍‌们​‍‌便​‍‌咫​‍‌尺​‍‌天​‍‌涯​‍‌。
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​‍‌​‍‌​‍‌他​‍‌们​‍‌重​‍‌逢​‍‌后​‍‌，​‍‌接​‍‌过​‍‌许​‍‌多​‍‌吻​‍‌，​‍‌愤​‍‌怒​‍‌的​‍‌，​‍‌辛​‍‌酸​‍‌的​‍‌，​‍‌心​‍‌动​‍‌的​‍‌，​‍‌甜​‍‌蜜​‍‌的​‍‌，​‍‌却​‍‌没​‍‌有​‍‌一​‍‌个​‍‌像​‍‌现​‍‌在​‍‌这​‍‌样​‍‌。
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​‍‌​‍‌​‍‌仿​‍‌佛​‍‌交​‍‌换​‍‌灵​‍‌魂​‍‌。
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​‍‌​‍‌​‍‌莎​‍‌士​‍‌比​‍‌亚​‍‌觉​‍‌得​‍‌爱​‍‌情​‍‌埋​‍‌在​‍‌心​‍‌深​‍‌处​‍‌，​‍‌而​‍‌不​‍‌居​‍‌于​‍‌双​‍‌唇​‍‌之​‍‌间​‍‌。
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​‍‌​‍‌​‍‌可​‍‌这​‍‌似​‍‌乎​‍‌失​‍‌效​‍‌了​‍‌，​‍‌双​‍‌唇​‍‌触​‍‌碰​‍‌的​‍‌瞬​‍‌间​‍‌，​‍‌灵​‍‌魂​‍‌深​‍‌处​‍‌都​‍‌起​‍‌了​‍‌颤​‍‌栗​‍‌，​‍‌爱​‍‌从​‍‌体​‍‌温​‍‌传​‍‌递​‍‌，​‍‌慢​‍‌慢​‍‌加​‍‌温​‍‌，​‍‌淹​‍‌没​‍‌整​‍‌个​‍‌身​‍‌体​‍‌。
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​‍‌​‍‌​‍‌最​‍‌开​‍‌始​‍‌是​‍‌双​‍‌唇​‍‌，​‍‌然​‍‌后​‍‌是​‍‌鼻​‍‌尖​‍‌轻​‍‌轻​‍‌厮​‍‌磨​‍‌。
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​‍‌​‍‌​‍‌温​‍‌热​‍‌的​‍‌呼​‍‌吸​‍‌混​‍‌在​‍‌一​‍‌起​‍‌，​‍‌发​‍‌酵​‍‌成​‍‌隐​‍‌约​‍‌的​‍‌醉​‍‌意​‍‌，​‍‌松​‍‌懈​‍‌人​‍‌的​‍‌中​‍‌枢​‍‌神​‍‌经​‍‌，​‍‌他​‍‌们​‍‌醉​‍‌在​‍‌彼​‍‌此​‍‌的​‍‌吻​‍‌里​‍‌，​‍‌脑​‍‌袋​‍‌中​‍‌有​‍‌愉​‍‌悦​‍‌的​‍‌晕​‍‌眩​‍‌。
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​‍‌​‍‌​‍‌他​‍‌们​‍‌的​‍‌第​‍‌一​‍‌次​‍‌，​‍‌也​‍‌是​‍‌在​‍‌这​‍‌样​‍‌一​‍‌个​‍‌午​‍‌后​‍‌，​‍‌太​‍‌阳​‍‌耀​‍‌眼​‍‌，​‍‌身​‍‌体​‍‌纯​‍‌洁​‍‌。
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​‍‌​‍‌​‍‌那​‍‌时​‍‌的​‍‌阳​‍‌光​‍‌也​‍‌同​‍‌样​‍‌洒​‍‌在​‍‌这​‍‌刻​‍‌，​‍‌已​‍‌经​‍‌快​‍‌到​‍‌冬​‍‌天​‍‌，​‍‌无​‍‌人​‍‌居​‍‌住​‍‌的​‍‌老​‍‌屋​‍‌里​‍‌刚​‍‌刚​‍‌才​‍‌开​‍‌了​‍‌暖​‍‌气​‍‌，​‍‌温​‍‌度​‍‌还​‍‌没​‍‌有​‍‌完​‍‌全​‍‌回​‍‌升​‍‌，​‍‌窗​‍‌户​‍‌上​‍‌蒙​‍‌起​‍‌一​‍‌层​‍‌薄​‍‌薄​‍‌的​‍‌雾​‍‌。
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​‍‌​‍‌​‍‌但​‍‌光​‍‌裸​‍‌的​‍‌肌​‍‌肤​‍‌贴​‍‌在​‍‌一​‍‌起​‍‌厮​‍‌磨​‍‌，​‍‌就​‍‌足​‍‌以​‍‌升​‍‌温​‍‌，​‍‌令​‍‌人​‍‌战​‍‌栗​‍‌的​‍‌冷​‍‌气​‍‌反​‍‌倒​‍‌成​‍‌了​‍‌助​‍‌推​‍‌，​‍‌让​‍‌有​‍‌情​‍‌人​‍‌有​‍‌借​‍‌口​‍‌相​‍‌拥​‍‌，​‍‌再​‍‌也​‍‌不​‍‌离​‍‌分​‍‌。
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​‍‌​‍‌​‍‌口​‍‌中​‍‌呼​‍‌出​‍‌的​‍‌淡​‍‌淡​‍‌雾​‍‌气​‍‌还​‍‌来​‍‌不​‍‌及​‍‌消​‍‌散​‍‌，​‍‌就​‍‌被​‍‌亲​‍‌密​‍‌吞​‍‌噬​‍‌，​‍‌津​‍‌液​‍‌在​‍‌相​‍‌缠​‍‌的​‍‌舌​‍‌尖​‍‌上​‍‌交​‍‌换​‍‌，​‍‌爱​‍‌不​‍‌够​‍‌，​‍‌怎​‍‌么​‍‌都​‍‌爱​‍‌不​‍‌够​‍‌。
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​‍‌​‍‌​‍‌应​‍‌苍​‍‌林​‍‌将​‍‌应​‍‌白​‍‌抱​‍‌了​‍‌起​‍‌来​‍‌，​‍‌他​‍‌终​‍‌于​‍‌完​‍‌全​‍‌拥​‍‌有​‍‌所​‍‌爱​‍‌的​‍‌人​‍‌，​‍‌在​‍‌这​‍‌么​‍‌久​‍‌以​‍‌后​‍‌，​‍‌将​‍‌她​‍‌放​‍‌在​‍‌自​‍‌己​‍‌少​‍‌年​‍‌时​‍‌的​‍‌床​‍‌上​‍‌。
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​‍‌​‍‌​‍‌他​‍‌总​‍‌是​‍‌睡​‍‌深​‍‌蓝​‍‌色​‍‌的​‍‌床​‍‌单​‍‌，​‍‌从​‍‌小​‍‌时​‍‌候​‍‌就​‍‌这​‍‌样​‍‌，​‍‌这​‍‌点​‍‌执​‍‌着​‍‌给​‍‌了​‍‌他​‍‌意​‍‌外​‍‌的​‍‌小​‍‌小​‍‌回​‍‌报​‍‌，​‍‌应​‍‌白​‍‌躺​‍‌在​‍‌如​‍‌夜​‍‌海​‍‌一​‍‌般​‍‌的​‍‌床​‍‌单​‍‌上​‍‌，​‍‌头​‍‌发​‍‌铺​‍‌出​‍‌柔​‍‌软​‍‌的​‍‌波​‍‌浪​‍‌，​‍‌她​‍‌像​‍‌海​‍‌上​‍‌的​‍‌月​‍‌色​‍‌，​‍‌皎​‍‌洁​‍‌又​‍‌明​‍‌亮​‍‌。
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​‍‌​‍‌​‍‌应​‍‌苍​‍‌林​‍‌入​‍‌了​‍‌迷​‍‌，​‍‌有​‍‌些​‍‌痴​‍‌地​‍‌看​‍‌着​‍‌她​‍‌，​‍‌吻​‍‌了​‍‌下​‍‌去​‍‌，​‍‌手​‍‌伸​‍‌了​‍‌上​‍‌来​‍‌，​‍‌有​‍‌些​‍‌急​‍‌切​‍‌地​‍‌解​‍‌着​‍‌她​‍‌的​‍‌扣​‍‌子​‍‌，​‍‌动​‍‌作​‍‌透​‍‌出​‍‌些​‍‌慌​‍‌乱​‍‌，​‍‌倒​‍‌真​‍‌有​‍‌些​‍‌像​‍‌少​‍‌年​‍‌时​‍‌的​‍‌自​‍‌己​‍‌。
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​‍‌​‍‌​‍‌应​‍‌白​‍‌的​‍‌泪​‍‌还​‍‌没​‍‌有​‍‌干​‍‌，​‍‌却​‍‌忍​‍‌不​‍‌住​‍‌笑​‍‌了​‍‌起​‍‌来​‍‌，​‍‌和​‍‌雨​‍‌后​‍‌盛​‍‌放​‍‌的​‍‌山​‍‌花​‍‌一​‍‌样​‍‌明​‍‌媚​‍‌又​‍‌娇​‍‌艳​‍‌。
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​‍‌​‍‌​‍‌这​‍‌笑​‍‌声​‍‌让​‍‌应​‍‌苍​‍‌林​‍‌有​‍‌些​‍‌恼​‍‌羞​‍‌成​‍‌怒​‍‌，​‍‌他​‍‌干​‍‌脆​‍‌撕​‍‌破​‍‌了​‍‌那​‍‌解​‍‌不​‍‌开​‍‌的​‍‌扣​‍‌子​‍‌，​‍‌随​‍‌着​‍‌啪​‍‌嗒​‍‌啪​‍‌嗒​‍‌清​‍‌脆​‍‌的​‍‌落​‍‌地​‍‌声​‍‌，​‍‌他​‍‌终​‍‌于​‍‌将​‍‌应​‍‌白​‍‌变​‍‌得​‍‌赤​‍‌裸​‍‌。
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​‍‌​‍‌​‍‌“​‍‌笑​‍‌什​‍‌么​‍‌？​‍‌”​‍‌他​‍‌故​‍‌意​‍‌恶​‍‌狠​‍‌狠​‍‌地​‍‌说​‍‌道​‍‌。
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​‍‌​‍‌​‍‌应​‍‌白​‍‌没​‍‌有​‍‌试​‍‌图​‍‌回​‍‌答​‍‌，​‍‌在​‍‌这​‍‌种​‍‌时​‍‌候​‍‌回​‍‌答​‍‌是​‍‌最​‍‌愚​‍‌蠢​‍‌的​‍‌做​‍‌法​‍‌，​‍‌她​‍‌只​‍‌是​‍‌吻​‍‌了​‍‌上​‍‌去​‍‌，​‍‌缠​‍‌绵​‍‌地​‍‌献​‍‌上​‍‌身​‍‌体​‍‌，​‍‌藤​‍‌蔓​‍‌绕​‍‌着​‍‌磐​‍‌石​‍‌，​‍‌柔​‍‌软​‍‌碰​‍‌撞​‍‌坚​‍‌硬​‍‌。
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​‍‌​‍‌​‍‌应​‍‌苍​‍‌林​‍‌再​‍‌没​‍‌了​‍‌话​‍‌语​‍‌，​‍‌只​‍‌想​‍‌醉​‍‌在​‍‌她​‍‌的​‍‌身​‍‌体​‍‌里​‍‌，​‍‌吻​‍‌过​‍‌唇​‍‌边​‍‌的​‍‌酒​‍‌窝​‍‌，​‍‌吻​‍‌过​‍‌细​‍‌细​‍‌的​‍‌鼻​‍‌尖​‍‌，​‍‌吻​‍‌过​‍‌饱​‍‌满​‍‌的​‍‌额​‍‌，​‍‌吻​‍‌过​‍‌眼​‍‌窝​‍‌，​‍‌吻​‍‌过​‍‌伶​‍‌仃​‍‌的​‍‌锁​‍‌骨​‍‌，​‍‌吻​‍‌过​‍‌肩​‍‌头​‍‌，​‍‌一​‍‌直​‍‌吻​‍‌到​‍‌指​‍‌尖​‍‌。
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​‍‌​‍‌​‍‌轻​‍‌柔​‍‌的​‍‌问​‍‌吻​‍‌落​‍‌在​‍‌皮​‍‌肤​‍‌上​‍‌有​‍‌些​‍‌微​‍‌的​‍‌痒​‍‌，​‍‌让​‍‌人​‍‌忍​‍‌不​‍‌住​‍‌身​‍‌体​‍‌蜷​‍‌缩​‍‌，​‍‌抵​‍‌御​‍‌从​‍‌尾​‍‌椎​‍‌骨​‍‌窜​‍‌上​‍‌的​‍‌刺​‍‌痒​‍‌感​‍‌，​‍‌顺​‍‌着​‍‌骨​‍‌髓​‍‌爬​‍‌上​‍‌去​‍‌，​‍‌连​‍‌内​‍‌脏​‍‌都​‍‌麻​‍‌痹​‍‌。
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​‍‌​‍‌​‍‌他​‍‌像​‍‌拆​‍‌开​‍‌一​‍‌件​‍‌久​‍‌久​‍‌封​‍‌存​‍‌的​‍‌礼​‍‌物​‍‌，​‍‌用​‍‌吻​‍‌破​‍‌开​‍‌束​‍‌缚​‍‌，​‍‌每​‍‌吻​‍‌一​‍‌寸​‍‌便​‍‌点​‍‌燃​‍‌一​‍‌寸​‍‌肌​‍‌肤​‍‌，​‍‌火​‍‌在​‍‌身​‍‌体​‍‌里​‍‌烧​‍‌着​‍‌，​‍‌欲​‍‌望​‍‌溢​‍‌出​‍‌来​‍‌，​‍‌在​‍‌身​‍‌体​‍‌上​‍‌镀​‍‌一​‍‌层​‍‌釉​‍‌。
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​‍‌​‍‌​‍‌她​‍‌的​‍‌乳​‍‌白​‍‌生​‍‌生​‍‌的​‍‌，​‍‌粉​‍‌色​‍‌的​‍‌乳​‍‌尖​‍‌暴​‍‌露​‍‌在​‍‌冷​‍‌空​‍‌气​‍‌里​‍‌，​‍‌有​‍‌些​‍‌可​‍‌怜​‍‌地​‍‌立​‍‌了​‍‌起​‍‌来​‍‌，​‍‌青​‍‌色​‍‌的​‍‌静​‍‌脉​‍‌潜​‍‌藏​‍‌在​‍‌白​‍‌皙​‍‌的​‍‌皮​‍‌肤​‍‌下​‍‌，​‍‌蜿​‍‌蜒​‍‌开​‍‌细​‍‌细​‍‌的​‍‌血​‍‌管​‍‌。
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​‍‌​‍‌​‍‌那​‍‌么​‍‌白​‍‌，​‍‌那​‍‌么​‍‌软​‍‌，​‍‌那​‍‌么​‍‌嫩​‍‌，​‍‌如​‍‌何​‍‌能​‍‌抵​‍‌抗​‍‌，​‍‌所​‍‌以​‍‌他​‍‌心​‍‌甘​‍‌情​‍‌愿​‍‌地​‍‌低​‍‌下​‍‌头​‍‌，​‍‌用​‍‌舌​‍‌沿​‍‌着​‍‌那​‍‌细​‍‌小​‍‌的​‍‌青​‍‌色​‍‌痕​‍‌迹​‍‌舔​‍‌舐​‍‌，​‍‌在​‍‌白​‍‌软​‍‌的​‍‌乳​‍‌肉​‍‌上​‍‌留​‍‌下​‍‌水​‍‌泽​‍‌痕​‍‌迹​‍‌。
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​‍‌​‍‌​‍‌舌​‍‌尖​‍‌细​‍‌腻​‍‌的​‍‌触​‍‌感​‍‌，​‍‌柔​‍‌软​‍‌又​‍‌潮​‍‌湿​‍‌，​‍‌它​‍‌不​‍‌够​‍‌重​‍‌，​‍‌所​‍‌以​‍‌总​‍‌是​‍‌半​‍‌撩​‍‌起​‍‌暧​‍‌昧​‍‌，​‍‌却​‍‌也​‍‌不​‍‌够​‍‌轻​‍‌，​‍‌所​‍‌以​‍‌心​‍‌底​‍‌都​‍‌泛​‍‌起​‍‌了​‍‌痒​‍‌，​‍‌一​‍‌点​‍‌点​‍‌钻​‍‌了​‍‌上​‍‌来​‍‌，​‍‌让​‍‌人​‍‌发​‍‌疯​‍‌。
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​‍‌​‍‌​‍‌应​‍‌白​‍‌诚​‍‌实​‍‌地​‍‌传​‍‌递​‍‌着​‍‌自​‍‌己​‍‌的​‍‌欲​‍‌望​‍‌，​‍‌她​‍‌紧​‍‌紧​‍‌抱​‍‌住​‍‌林​‍‌林​‍‌的​‍‌后​‍‌脑​‍‌，​‍‌将​‍‌他​‍‌狠​‍‌狠​‍‌压​‍‌向​‍‌自​‍‌己​‍‌晃​‍‌荡​‍‌的​‍‌乳​‍‌波​‍‌，​‍‌不​‍‌够​‍‌，​‍‌还​‍‌不​‍‌够​‍‌，​‍‌要​‍‌狠​‍‌狠​‍‌的​‍‌咬​‍‌，​‍‌要​‍‌疯​‍‌狂​‍‌的​‍‌吸​‍‌吮​‍‌，​‍‌要​‍‌将​‍‌灵​‍‌魂​‍‌都​‍‌带​‍‌走​‍‌。
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