"Oh, Zhang Yang, how come you again... ah, so intense..."
Qiao Yuxin felt like she was struck at her weak spot.
Her delicate body completely curled up, tightened.
Every pore on her body fully opened!
She was immersed in extreme pleasure, her neck thrown back, instinctively hugging my head.
So fragrant!
I was about to go mad.
The taste of Qiao Yuxin was a bit more mature than Tao Yimeng.
Her dreamland, the indescribable sensation, stirred every nerve of mine.
With my frequent assaults, she instinctively responded and twisted.
"I can't anymore, Zhang Yang, ah, can't continue, hiss, ah..."
Under my technique, she screamed, her voice extremely urgent, as if she was about to suffocate.
Her legs went soft, she couldn't stand, and could only brace her hand on the kitchen counter.
On her previously composed face, there was already an abandon of restraint, flushed and intoxicated, no longer the semblance of a teacher.
