093 “Brother Next Door, Don’t Get in My Bed” Chapter 92

Extra: Wei Boxian Chapter (39) After-school Tutoring (Micro H)

It only took Bosie eight minutes to write all the math problems on the blackboard.

She wiped the chalk dust off her hands and smiled coquettishly at Tang Yushu, who was tilting his head to admire the sunset outside the window.

Teacher Tang’s profile is really beautiful.

She stared in trance.

Look at the broad forehead, the high bridge of the nose, the slightly thin but not shriveled lips… He looks like a male god who just stepped out of a painting.

How could there be such a fine thing in the world?

No wonder it matches her so well.

She chuckled.

“Teacher, I have written it.”

Tang Yushu turned his head, put down his raised left foot, stood up, walked to the podium, and picked up a tube of pink chalk.

Bosie stood behind him, restlessly pressing her lower belly towards him, imitating a man’s thrusting action, pushing against his butt.

He shouted in a rough voice, “Do you feel good?”

What a shameless girl.

Without looking back, he scooped her up with his backhand and pulled her forward, clasping her tightly with his long arms, asking her to stop moving and distract him.

If Boxi was a well-behaved and obedient person, she would only secretly have a crush on Tang Yushu in the audience, dreaming about falling in love with Tang Yushu, and not even daring to fart in front of others.

His little hands groped around on the thick chest and found a tiny protrusion.

He pressed it hard with his fingertips like pressing a doorbell, and then turned it back and forth with it as the center of the circle.

Tang Yushu narrowed his eyes and lowered his eyes, “Don’t mess around.”

“What will happen if you mess around?”

“You will be punished to write ten handouts.” Tang Yushu said in a cold tone.

If she hadn’t known that he was talking like this, Bosie would have been so cold that she would tremble all over, break her heart, and run home crying.

But she knew that Teacher Tang not only had this cold and aloof face.

She raised her hand and took off the thin black-framed glasses from the bridge of her nose. Tang Yushu’s eyes flickered for a moment, and his eyes changed.

She put her glasses on the groove where the chalk was, pulled up his sweater suddenly, and put her head in it.

The clothes were warm and filled with the faint body odor of men.

He didn’t wear cologne, but it smelled very good, the scent of refreshing shower gel mixed with laundry detergent.

Her soft tongue licked the nipple that she had played hard with just now.

The healthy body trembled slightly.

She giggled mischievously, sucked the round bean into her lips, drew circles around the areola with her flexible tongue, licked the small bump, and listened proudly to the deep and passionate gasp coming from her chest.

Since she was playing with him like this, he naturally wouldn’t let her do whatever she wanted.

Lifting up the skirt of the uniform, his big hands went directly into his underwear, inserted into the slit, and picked up the sensitive nub.

Her pink body trembled from the stimulation. He played with it for a while but didn’t let her climax. Instead, he pulled his underwear to the middle of his thigh, then took out his already hard penis, forcefully pushed the two pieces of soft flesh apart, closed his legs, and rubbed back and forth on the delicate flower.

“Ah um…”

The bulge of the glans kept rubbing against the sensitive core. She couldn’t hold back her moans and forgot about the work on her lips.

He pressed her head through the sweater and asked her to continue licking.

Although she took the nipple into her mouth, she didn’t make any sucking movements with her mouth. Her consciousness was focused on his constant rubbing of Flower Heart’s vagina. Just like this, her pussy was already wet.

She twisted her body, clamped her vagina tighter, hugged him, and swung her pink buttocks to meet his frequency. After a while, she leaked.

“Ahhhh…” She cried out happily, her knees weak, her whole body leaning on him, her chest rising and falling violently.

He grabbed Bosie’s one arm and pulled her out of the sweater. Bosie, whose legs were weak, knelt down and sat down.

The wooden podium was wet with the wetness secreted by her pussy. When she raised her head, the position was exactly opposite his still slightly wet cock.

He remembered the warmth and tightness of the small mouth, and without thinking, he raised his beautiful chin, pressed his tender cheeks lightly, and when his pink lips parted, he fed the cock in.