玩弄奶水的小说

琴键是她的肢体琴声是她的语言钢琴是她的情与欲一个男人想控制她一个男人想了解她她把琴沉入深海握住了现世温暖 At night I think of my piano in ocean grave, and sometimes myself floating above it. Down there everything is so still and silent, I just want to sleep. There is a silence where no sound will be in a cold grave under a deep deep sea.