It's so comfortable!
My hand sank in deeply all at once.
The last time I was in contact with Qiao Yuxin, my soul was almost taken away.
This time, given the chance, how could I let it slip by?
A slight movement, her soft flesh brought a marvelous sensation.
Falling, grasping, sinking in, then releasing.
It takes a delay of one or two seconds before it springs back.
Yes!
That's the feeling.
The pleasure tingles from my hair down to my toes.
"Zhang Yang classmate, you, um ah, stop touching."
Qiao Yuxin's body turned hot, her breaths soft yet heavy, gently writhing.
"Ms. Qiao, remember, it's boyfriend Zhang Yang touching you now, not Zhang Yang classmate."
I immediately corrected her thoughts, not letting her open her eyes.
Sure enough, Qiao Yuxin's face returned to a look of fantasy, with a hint of clandestine joy amidst the shame.
"Then could you take it slow, the teacher needs some mental preparation, ah..."
As she spoke, my hand brushed past her playful protrusion.
