因为shezleth那个teacher-student实在太hot了甚至说的话非常具有标志性,复制之:
“You’re wet already.”
“This will be quick. We won’t miss dinner.”
“It’ll be fun. Promise.”
“And look at how wet you are. Are you really going to dinner like this?”
“Now” lift yourself up onto the desk. We should finish before dinnertime ends.”
“Good boy.”
“You’re free to grab onto my hair if you want.”
“I don’t mind. You’re a good boy. Such a sweet boy, always flaunting yourself around in that uniform. It’ll be a reward for how cute you are.”
“Such a good boy,” “Should I add more fingers?”
“Well?”
“Good. Was that so hard?”
“Now move. Lift yourself up a bit more. The sooner that we finish, the sooner we can make it to dinner.”
“Good boy. Remember to relax. It’ll hurt otherwise.”
“We’re not done.” “I haven’t fucked you yet.”
“It’s not fair if you’re the only one who’s cummed, isn’t it?”
“Well? Answer. Is it fair?”
被索龙和塔列斯蛊惑。成为了杀死杰拉尔特的帮凶。他再回到修道院时,噩耗让他的脑袋嗡嗡作响。
他抱着贝雷丝,空洞、悔意,从未体验过的感情席卷而来。
他又变成了那个在大圣堂里被所有信徒注视的圣子,躯壳,容器。
涌现出的是你我共同的回忆