In an instant, that sweet warmth flooded my senses, electrifying every single nerve in my body.
"Nngh—ah!"
A quivering, suppressed moan slipped from Qiao Yuxin's soft lips—surprised, unguarded, purely feminine.
A sensation she'd never felt before—tingling, aching, waves of pleasure and electric heat—crashed into her heart, wild and unbidden.
Her legs clamped tight, her delicate body arching helplessly, shuddering without restraint.
Where I found her most sensitive, I sent tide after tide of ecstasy washing through her, leaving her breathless and undone.
"Zhang Yang, how could you kiss your teacher there? Ah, that place is… dirty…"
Her face was drenched in a flush of crimson, the blush blooming wildly.
"Miss Qiao, you're not dirty at all—you taste incredible."
The heat of my breaths fell on her secret paradise, suffusing her with a sensation she could barely articulate.
Every inch of her proud, beautiful body went weak and numb, rendered completely powerless beneath my touch.
"You have to stop—we agreed you'd only look! Please, stop, ahh—nn…"
Qiao Yuxin clawed at the bedsheets, but the sensations overwhelmed her; her body arched sharply back, every muscle twitching uncontrollably.
"Well, since we've already come this far, Miss Qiao, can't you let me kiss you just a little longer?"
This untouched garden of dreams—her most intimate core—drew me in deeper and deeper, impossible to resist.
I was utterly lost; my hands stretched out and cupped her plump, perfectly rounded buttocks.
Their silky, supple softness trembled in my palms—so fine, so tender, even silk would envy her smoothness.
"Ah! Zhang Yang, you can't kiss your teacher anymore—look how much I'm… how much I'm dripping there… Uhh, this is too embarrassing…"
Qiao Yuxin's voice was at the edge, carried by desperate sobs threatening to spill over.
To be so bared, reacting like this in front of her own student—shame crashed through her, hot and mortifying.
She reached out with her pale, delicate arms, trying to push my head away, but she lacked any real strength.
"But Miss Qiao, you're clearly enjoying this…"
"Enjoying? I—ah—You're my student… don't… stop…"
Qiao Yuxin had no experience of pleasure—she couldn't have known it would feel this good.
The moment I touched her most sensitive secret, her body surrendered to instinct: twisting and responding, completely unguarded.
Until her slender body tensed taut, drawn to its breaking point.
From deep within her throat, the most desperate, heavenly cries escaped, wordless and wild.
"Hnn—ah!"
She floated in bliss, as if melting into air.
In the peak of her rapture, waves of trembling and tightening swept through her.
Even the tender mounds on her chest bounced with the force of her climax.
"Miss Qiao, you're so beautiful like this—can I kiss you?"
I soaked it in for a heartbeat, then lifted my gaze to her face.
Qiao Yuxin's lovely, typically reserved features were bathed in a deep flush, every inch suffused with lingering pleasure and satisfaction.
Her plump, fragrant lips parted slightly, every breath drawing me in, making my desire ache sharply.
"Zhang Yang, kissing… that's something only couples do, teacher can't… mmm—"
Before she could finish, my lips crashed onto hers.
Her mouth was so soft, so tender, scented faintly sweet—I thought I'd snap from the aching pleasure below.
To have such an untouched woman yielding like this—every gesture set me on fire, wanting more.
Qiao Yuxin struggled feebly, her hands pressing absently against my chest, but I gently parted her lips, sucking her pliant tongue into my mouth.
She quivered as if brushed all over by the softest down, toes curling in exquisite delight.
The strength of my desire flooded into her—it made her dizzy, her lovely head spinning with heat, every sensation lost in a sensual haze rooted deep in her mind.
Within moments, she abandoned resistance; a chorus of soft whimpers escaped her nose, high and sweet.
And with my coaxing, she tried to kiss me back, wet and heated, hesitant but yearning.
That tentative response drove my pulse to the edge—it was almost too much to bear.
This was my reserved, untouchable teacher from school. She was now beneath me, yielding to my love and hunger.
"Miss Qiao, kissing you feels incredible. Can I enter you?"
I kissed her a little longer, then lifted my head to take in her dazed, passion-glazed expression.
Tiny strands of wetness hung from her parted lips—she was utterly shy, mortified and beautiful.
"Zhang Yang, teacher can't… I've crossed so many lines already… and… ah! You're so big down there…"
As I pulled down my pants, my aching arousal sprang free, full and demanding.
Qiao Yuxin's bright, watery eyes grew wide in shock and awe.
So big—wouldn't that tear her apart?
"Miss Qiao, I can't take it anymore—just let me rub against you a little, please?"
As I spoke, I nestled myself at the entrance of her hot, secret haven.
The overwhelming pleasure made my mind blur—I almost lost myself right there.
She was unimaginably soft, slick, yielding—just brushing against her made me feel weightless.
"Nnn—ah!"
Qiao Yuxin let out another sweet moan—her skin tingled as though tiny ants were crawling everywhere, threatening to make her lose control once more.
"Zhang Yang, then just… just rub… that's the most teacher can allow…"
"Miss Qiao, how does it feel right now?"
"So itchy… ngh, Zhang Yang, it's so itchy and so good, it feels like you're pulling my soul right out…"
"Miss Qiao, should I just try going in?"
I gently ground myself against her for a while, my need twisting hot and desperate.
"No, you can't—that's teacher's most precious thing… just keep rubbing… yes… ah… it feels wonderful…"
Shallow, breathless moans slipped past her lips; her steamy scent poured over me, and she grew even wetter than before, deliriously lost in sensation.
"Miss Qiao, I really want to go inside!"
My desire raged—I was surrounded by a sweet, slick heat. I knew Qiao Yuxin's body was ready. Any moment, I would press forward, deep inside her…