Chapter 49 (Slight H)
She patted off the chalk dust on her hand and smiled charmingly at Tang Yu Shu who was tilting his head to admire the sunset outside the window.
Teacher Tang's profile is really beautiful.
She stared intently.
Look at the broad forehead, the tall nose, the slightly thin but not dry lips... It is the male god who walked out of the painting.
How could there be such a person on earth?
No wonder he fits so well with her.
She chuckled.
"Teacher, I'm done."
Tang Yu Shu turned his head, put down his left foot, got up and walked to the podium, picking up a tube of pink chalk.
Bo Qian stood behind him, restlessly pressing her lower abdomen to him, imitating the man's
thrusting movement, pressing his ass.
She still spoke roughly, "Does it feel good?"
She was really a shameless girl.
He picked her with his hand without looking back, and pulled the person forward, with his long arms clasped tightly, asking her to stop moving and distracting him.
If Bo Qian was a well-behaved and obedient, she would only secretly fall in love with Tang Yu Shu in the crowd. She dreamed of falling in love with Tang Yu Shu, and she would not even dare to let go.
The little hand fumbled on the broad chest and found a tiny protrusion.
The fingertips were pressed it a doorbell, and then rubbed it back and forth.
Tang Yushu squinted his eyes, "Don't mess around."
"What will happen if you mess around?"
"Punish you to write ten handouts." Tang Yu Shu said coldly.
If she didn’t know him, Bo Qian would have trembled in fright and ran home while crying.
But she knew that Teacher Tang is not like this.
She raised her hand and took off the thin black-rimmed glasses from the bridge of his nose. Tang Yu Shu's gaze changed for a moment.
She put his glasses in the chalk groove, pulled up his sweater suddenly, and got her head in.
The clothes are warm, full of men's faint scent.
He didn't have a cologne, but it smelled good. It was a refreshing scent of shower gel mixed with the fragrance of laundry powder.
The soft tongue licked the nipples that she had just played with.
The body shook slightly.
She giggled playfully, her lips were filled with round small beans, the flexible tip of her tongue circled the areola, licking the small bumps, and she listened triumphantly to the deep panting on his chest.
Since she played with him like this, he naturally wouldn't let her do whatever she wanted.
Lifting the hem of the uniform, his big hand went directly into the underwear, inserted his hand into the flower slit, and pinched the sensitive small core.
The pink body was aroused and trembled. He played for a while but did not make her orgasm. Instead, he pulled the panties to the middle of the thigh, then took out the already stiff meat stick, and pushed the two pieces of soft flesh away firmly, and rubbed his meat stick on the flesh.
"Ah..."
The head of the meat stick kept rubbing against the sensitive core, and she couldn't help groaning, so she forgot the work on her lips.
He pressed her head through the sweater and asked her to continue licking.
Although she had his nipples in her mouth, there was no sucking action in her mouth, and her consciousness was focused on his fascinating nipple, but in this way, the little cunt was already wet.
She twisted her body, clamped the root of desire tighter, held him, and swayed with her pink buttocks to meet him. After a while, she vented.
"Ah..." she yelled joyfully, her knees were already soft, her whole body leaning on him, her chest rising and falling violently.
He grabbed Bo Qian's one arm and pulled the person out of the sweater. Bo Qian, whose legs were soft, directly sat down.
The wooden podium was wet by the obscene water secreted from the small hole. When she raised her head, the position was exactly opposite his still stiff wet cock.
He remembered the warmth and tightness of her little mouth. Without thinking, he lifted up her chin, pressed her tender cheeks lightly, and fed the meat stick to her pink lips.
Good, thanks for the chapter.
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