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        贝林厄姆沉重的呼吸声在车厢里同样明显，额头的汗珠顺着脸颊滑落，滴在皮革座椅上，溅起一朵朵晶莹的水花。

        大手覆在小马的后背上，隔着那件浅米色亚麻衬衫慢慢来回抚摸，从肩胛骨摸到yaowo，又摸回肩胛骨。

        thehotsubstaerlockedtogether，pulsatinginbellinburg'spalm.

        witheachfri，thebodytremblesaswell，ahesoulshuddersalong，abouttoreachthepeak.

        bellinghamneverimagihatsueventwouldbringaboutsuchjoy，notjustphysicaljoy.

        hekhatitwasmorebecauseoftheargentineboybehhim，histightlychedlowerlip，hisdazedgaze，andthemoansthatescapedfromhismouth.

        allofthesethihimpletelyspellbound.

        theiroverpping，closely-pressedbodiesgraduallywarmedup，andmastantono'ssobsbecameitent，pitifullypleading:&jude，i'malmosting...&

        ashespoke，heevenvoluntarilyleanedforwardtainsthisbody.

        hisbehaviorwassoadorablethatitpletelysoftenedbeilinheim'sheart.

        &ok，let'senjoyittogether.&bellinghamincreasedtheiyandsaidattheverymomeheywereabouttoreachthepeak，&tesoro，teamo.&

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        马斯坦托诺刷开房门的时候，手指还残留着贝林厄姆掌心的温度。

        贝林厄姆把他送到酒店楼下的时候，两人在车里又磨蹭了好一会儿。

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