023 “Teacher, Come Again” Chapter 22

022. (10+, micro h) Let the teacher taste what Yaya’s wetness tastes like

“What don’t you want? Huh?”

“Teacher, turn it off… I can’t do it anymore. I’ve ejaculated so many times today, I can’t bear it anymore.” She was choked with sobs and was crying, which was very endearing.

Su Moqi raised the corners of his mouth, and a cunning light flashed in his eyes.

“Yaya, why can’t the teacher understand what you said?”

He held her arms to prevent her from sliding all the way to the ground.

“Teacher…” she said intermittently, “turn off the remote control…I…I feel so uncomfortable…”

“What kind of remote control can make you become like this?”

She held on to his shirt tightly, her huge breasts clinging to him. Under the stimulation of the vibrating egg, a large amount of fluid gushed out from her lower body again. It was as wet as a stream, winding down her thighs.

“The vibrator… Well, teacher, that is the remote control of the vibrator… Yeah~ Teacher, please, turn it off…”

“The vibrator…” He said slowly, with a bit of ridicule, “If Yaya had said it earlier, the teacher would definitely not confiscate your vibrator remote control.”

After all, after two classes, he was finally willing to turn off the vibrator.

Han Qianya gasped for air like a fish escaping from death.

A thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead, flowing down his cheeks and into his collar.

“Teacher…” She nestled in his arms a little shyly, “About the vibrator, can you keep it a secret for me?”

“Of course.” He stroked the back of her head gently, as if comforting a small pet.

Han Qianya breathed a sigh of relief and said weakly: “Teacher, I’m so tired. I want to lie down for a while.”

“Okay.” He carefully placed her on the bed, even squatting down, and thoughtfully helped her take off her shoes and socks.

Just when he raised his head and saw the crystal liquid flowing on the inner side of her thigh, he felt his abdomen tighten, and lustful thoughts suddenly came out like grass after bathing in the spring rain.

He gently traced her inner thigh with his index finger, which made her moan unconsciously.

She looked at him nervously with her bright eyes, always feeling that it was very unsafe for her to be alone in the same room with a man and a woman.

“What is this?” He pretended to be confused and put his fingers dipped in semen in front of her and asked her, “Tell the teacher, okay?”

Seeing the slender fingers with clear joints, covered with her crystal clear vaginal fluid, Han Qianya was so shy that her whole face turned red.

“That’s… that’s wetness… the wetness that students accidentally let out.” She replied timidly.

“Well, where does Yaya’s wetness come from?” He deliberately guided her step by step, hoping to hear more ambiguous and sensational words from her seductive red lips.

Han Qianya didn’t expect that this cool-looking male teacher would actually say these words to her. She was so nervous that her pussy shrank.

“That’s the wetness flowing out of Yaya’s pussy.” It was the first time she said such dirty words in front of a man, but she was much more shy than saying it to Mr. S through the computer or mobile phone.

“That’s it…” His voice was slightly hoarse, “I want to taste what Yaya’s wetness tastes like.”

Hearing this, her eyes widened in shock. Unexpectedly, he actually stuck out his flexible tongue and licked the index finger dipped in her semen.

His movements were slow and erotic, and his peach blossom eyes were half-lidded as he stared deeply at her. His hazy eyes were more intoxicating than old wine.