"Ah! Zhang Yang, how can you do this to me outside!"
Qiao Yuxin's delicate body trembled, her cool eyes full of coquettishness and tension.
Yet, I was becoming even more excited.
Spying with my beautiful teacher.
It felt like dragging a virtuous woman into the water.
"Who told you, Teacher Qiao, not to admit it? I had to prove it."
I smirked mischievously, moving my large hand to her plump and round beautiful buttocks.
In such an environment, Qiao Yuxin was incredibly nervous and especially sensitive.
Just being massaged by me for a few strokes, she tensed up, feeling utterly numb and limp.
"Mmm, ah, you, hurry up, teacher didn't feel anything."
"Don't lie, Teacher Qiao. Be honest, do you want to be like this with me?"
The more I massaged, the more aroused I became; below, it was unbearable to the extreme.
I couldn't care much anymore; I grabbed her beautiful buttocks, pressed through her skirt, and went ahead directly.
"Ah!"
