It’s so comfortable!

My hand sank in deeply all at once.

The last time I was in contact with Qiao Yuxin, my soul was almost taken away.

This time, given the chance, how could I let it slip by?

A slight movement, her soft flesh brought a marvelous sensation.

Falling, grasping, sinking in, then releasing.

It takes a delay of one or two seconds before it springs back.

Yes!

That’s the feeling.

The pleasure tingles from my hair down to my toes.

"Zhang Yang classmate, you, um ah, stop touching."

Qiao Yuxin’s body turned hot, her breaths soft yet heavy, gently writhing.

"Ms. Qiao, remember, it’s boyfriend Zhang Yang touching you now, not Zhang Yang classmate."

I immediately corrected her thoughts, not letting her open her eyes.

Sure enough, Qiao Yuxin’s face returned to a look of fantasy, with a hint of clandestine joy amidst the shame.

"Then could you take it slow, the teacher needs some mental preparation, ah..."

As she spoke, my hand brushed past her playful protrusion.

The heated graze was like a weak electric current spreading from the center to her nerves.

The intense sensation, mixed with the taboo of our roles, made her feel it more swiftly and intensely.

"Ah um, Zhang Yang classmate, no, this way, the teacher can’t take it."

"Ms. Qiao, then tell me, what’s it like being touched by your boyfriend?"

"So itchy, so comfortable, feels like I’m floating, no, you must stop!"

Qiao Yuxin said so with her lips.

But her body was completely uncontrolled, moving closer, allowing my hands to press harder.

Lingering on her soft flesh, I quickly slipped into her nightgown.

The astonishing real touch stimulated me beyond words.

Being a couple with my teacher, doing what lovers do, really has a different flavor.

"Ahh, Zhang Yang classmate, the teacher feels so guilty, yet so happy."

"Ms. Qiao, I feel like I’m getting carried away too."

As I pressed harder, constantly seeking her sensitive spots.

Qiao Yuxin’s delicate body trembled continuously, breathing softly yet heavily, an intoxicating blush spread across her cool face.

I saw her gradually losing herself, freed up a hand, and placed it on her thigh.

After gently brushing for a while, I slipped into her nightgown, exploring that feminine scent.

"Ah, that’s dirty, no, you promised not to do anything else just now."

"But Ms. Qiao, I can’t help it, your passionate appearance is too beautiful."

My hand instantly touched a patch of dampness.

With shallow movements, coordinating with my kneading of her soft flesh.

Qiao Yuxin suddenly felt like she was falling into a cloud.

"No, this is too intense, Zhang Yang classmate, ah um, can’t, yes, just like that, hiss, so comfortable..."

She rambled on uncontrollably.

The floating, ecstatic feeling made her wriggle and murmur.

Her long eyelashes against her closed eyes swayed gently.

The expression on her flushed cheeks seemed to experience the sensation of soaring into mid-air.

Her rosy lips parted slightly then closed again.

Seeing the situation, I kissed her again.

Attacking from the top, middle, and bottom, the taste and sensation were indescribably intense.

Qiao Yuxin couldn’t handle it completely, holding me, responding to me, while a dazed, silly look appeared on her face.

"Ahh! Zhang Yang classmate! The teacher can’t take it anymore! Ah!"

Her incoherent voice continuously sighed around my ears.

This made me extraordinarily proud.

Who could have imagined that the cool female teacher from my youth ended up so disoriented and enthralled by me.

Until Qiao Yuxin was near her peak, a deeply longing voice emerged from her throat.

"Zhang Yang! I want! I desire you! Can you give yourself to the teacher?"