When you leave work in the morning, the wind will still be cool. When I took the elevator down, it was just the two of us, and he kissed me again. I asked him why he always kissed me, and he said that he didn't kiss enough and wanted to kiss all the time. I didn't say anything, but my heart was sweet. When he went out he took off his clothes and put them on me, I said I wasn't cold, and he didn't give me a chance to explain and put them on for me. On the way home, I wrapped my arms around his waist and hugged him tighter, afraid he would catch a cold. He was very white, and his slender neck was white, and he couldn't help but take a slight bite. He was shaking, I asked him what was wrong, he said it was cool and comfortable, can you kiss it a few more times? I smiled sheepishly and kissed him a few more times on the neck. He laughed so happily, like a child. I held him tighter, his back wide and secure. When I got to the door of the neighborhood, I gave him my clothes and he told me to come closer. Then he hugged me and kissed me. His tongue pried open my shells and kept plundering everything, and I didn't know how to respond, and then I touched his tongue with my tongue. He seemed to be more excited, kissing harder, almost I didn't breathe a sigh of relief, and his face was red. He let go of me, then stared at me, smiled, touched my head and said, Go back and rest early Ha. I nodded, then walked in the direction of home, took a few steps and looked back at him, he was still there, felt very warm in my heart, felt good to have such a boyfriend.
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