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    紾藏版1八Я影視ρó18んυЬ.cóм                                                                                                             出了门顾烟没让他送她。回家她前去了趟超市，大包小包的买完才意识到左手烫伤了不能拎东西，好不容易一只手坚持到楼下，正想放下休息一下，手上就一轻，袋子被人拎了去。                                                                                                             她差点撞上那人，鼻间闻到熟悉的古龙水味道，抬头一看，真的是梁飞凡。                                                                                                             “不是说下个礼拜回来？”她高兴的搂住他。                                                                                                             昨天下午她出门前，他打来电话说急事出差，大概五天左右才回得来。                                                                                                             梁飞凡没回答她，任她搂着，身t有点僵y，空着的那只手也没有回搂她，她从他x膛里抬起头看他，脸se很不好看的样子。                                                                                                             “怎么了？工作不顺利？”她关心的问。                                                                                                             他冷冷的盯着她，眼神复杂。良久别开了眼，似乎叹息了声，“没什么，有点累。走吧。”他拎起东西走在前面。                                                                                                             她开了门，弯腰换拖鞋，却被他从后面一把抱住。                                                                                                             “飞凡……现在是上午！”她挣扎。                                                                                                             梁飞凡还是不说话，一只手紧紧制住她，一只手探到她的裙子底下去，大手一用力，她整条内k被他扯成碎片。                                                                                                             耳边听到拉链拉下的刺耳声音，顾烟慌了，“梁飞凡——啊！”                                                                                                             他就这么顶了进来，她的g涩阻挡着他火热的b0发，他就挺腰用蛮力，y是挤了进去，牢牢的占着她。                                                                                                             她下身火辣辣的痛，像第一次时被撕裂开来的感觉，连哭都哭不出来，呼x1稍微喘一点，他的y实都会不安分的刮着她的疼痛。