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。
the hot substances interlocked together， pulsating in bellinburg's palm.
with each friction， the body trembles as well， and even the soul shudders along， about to reach the peak.
bellingham never imagined that such an event would bring about such joy， not just physical joy.
he knew that it was more because of the argentine boy beneath him， his tightly clenched lower lip， his dazed gaze， and the moans that escaped from his mouth.
all of these things left him completely spellbound.
their overlapping， closely-pressed bodies gradually warmed up， and mastantono's sobs became intermittent， pitifully pleading: jude， i'm almost coming...
as he spoke， he even voluntarily leaned forward to rub against his body.
his behavior was so adorable that it completely softened beilinheim's heart.
ok， let's enjoy it together. bellingham increased the intensity and said at the very moment when they were about to reach the peak， tesoro，te amo.
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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。
第一次告别吻是浅尝辄...
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