Role-playing: Crush on the Teacher
The large bedroom is warm and lovely. The clothes of the young girl are hung on the hanger. There is a red rose on the bedside table. Maybe it is because of the long time, the petals are a little curled, but it does not affect the fragrance of the flower, adding color to the room.
Luan Yan is a high school student. Because she likes painting, her family hired a professional painting teacher for her. After several days of teaching, her painting skills have not made much progress, but "other aspects" have improved a lot.
The teacher's surname is Lu. He comes to class on time every day, mostly at night. Yanyan specially changed into a "school uniform". This is a sailor suit style given to her by the teacher, but it is a little different from ordinary school uniforms.
Yanyan put her legs together, sat obediently at the desk, set up the drawing board, and waited for the teacher to arrive.
Late at night, there were three knocks on the door, which was the secret signal between her and the teacher.
"Please... please come in."
The man pushed open the door and came in. There were several cute little dolls in the girl's room. As soon as he entered the room, he smelled a fragrance with his sensitive nose. It was the flowers on the bedside and the girl's body fragrance. It hit him in the face, making people want to embrace the fragrance.
Teacher Lu was wearing a black shirt with broad shoulders and long legs. The proportions of his body looked very beautiful. He was strong but not exaggerated. There was a bit of elegance and nobility hidden in his ruffian spirit. When Yanyan first met this teacher, she thought he was a physical education teacher. Later, she found that he was very good at painting. You can't judge a person by their appearance.
"Hello, teacher." Yanyan was definitely the most polite and favorite student he had ever taught. He locked the door, loosened the cufflinks on his sleeves, and walked towards his good student step by step.
Every time he took a step, his leather shoes made a "tapping" sound on the floor, and Yanyan's heart would beat faster, in sync with his pace. Her body had some reaction to his deep eyes, and her palms were sweating. She held the paintbrush in her hand, not knowing what to say to the teacher. She
was not afraid; she did not feel panic or fear, but when facing him, she was subconsciously at a loss, her heart was beating like thunder. She had a crush on her teacher, and this throbbing called first love had accompanied her since she saw him for the first time.
The teacher was very good to her, which was better than she expected, but she had also heard that she was not the only student of his, and he also taught other people. She was not sure if she was the most special student, and the teacher-student relationship between them did not allow her to cross the line, but yesterday, he gave her a piece of clothing, which was the "school uniform" she was wearing today, and it seemed to make everything different.
"Yan Yan is very good today. You put on the school uniform that the teacher gave you. You are such a good girl." The man chuckled, walked to her side, and sat down, sharing the same desk with her.
The girl was wearing a blue sailor suit. The top was a little small, which showed off her curves and half of her waist. Her skin was white and translucent, like the best jade.
The girl was not very old, but she was better developed than a mature woman. She was tall and full. Her top was at most too small, but her skirt was so short that it was almost as tight as her buttocks. Most of her buttocks were exposed. Her white and round buttocks looked particularly large and straight from behind. She was wearing a small white panty in her crotch with a red bow on it. Her breasts were also tied with a bow, and her big and round breasts were blocked.
"The dress seems to be a little small. Are you cold? Hmm?" As her teacher, he must pay more attention to her. If his evil hands did not caress the girl's soft waist, his words might be more exemplary.
Yanyan liked this dress very much. She shook her head and said, "It's not small. The weather is too hot... Hmm... It's just right to wear like this."
The man's fingertips wandered on her exposed skin. Wherever he touched, she shuddered. Goose bumps appeared on the girl's arms. His hands seemed to have some magic that could bring her numb pleasure. She snuggled up to the teacher's chest and heard his heartbeat, which was also beating deafeningly like hers.
Teacher Lu's hand reached her snow-white buttocks and pinched them twice to test the feel of her hands. It was indeed better than he had imagined. He smiled: "Yan Yan is so greedy for coolness? Even your sexy butt is greedy for coolness. You've exposed so much, is it cool?"
His caress made Yan Yan unconsciously clamp her legs together. Her two beautiful legs crossed and rubbed against each other. She pushed her little butt toward his hands a little more and gasped in comfort: "Well... Teacher, you touch Yan Yan, it's so cool... so comfortable... ah..."
Teacher Lu slapped her little butt lightly and pinched her buttocks. Although he didn't get enough, he still withdrew his hand and said, "The teacher is here to teach you how to paint, not to let you enjoy it. You must paint well today. If you paint well, the teacher will reward you. Did you hear me, little slut?"
The teacher called me a little slut... well... so embarrassing! Yanyan blushed and replied shyly, "I heard you. Yanyan will finish it... um..."
Lu Sheng placed the flower on her bedside table on her desk, on which were drawing paper, pens, paints, and a drawing board with a piece of drawing paper. He said, "Let's draw this rose today." Her
slender little hand picked up the paintbrush, and the tip of the pen traced the outline of the rose on the drawing paper. It seemed that she found it difficult to even make a draft. She revised it for a long time before she finished drawing the branches of the rose. The man's big hand gently stroked her legs, trying to touch her thighs, but he had no intention of helping her. She painted on the drawing paper, and he painted on her body, using his fingertips to trace the lines of her delicate body. She was already the most perfect painting.
The delicate skin was caressed by his rough palm, like an electric current passing through it, a series of tingling pleasures made the girl's panties wet, and the love juice flowed from her body, through her narrow passage, and flowed out from the entrance of her flower, wetting the small piece of fabric, which was particularly obvious against the pure white color.
"Teacher... uh huh... you're making Yanyan so itchy... can you stop for a while? Yanyan can't paint like this..."
Teacher Lu frowned seriously, and the pure black shirt made him look even colder and more resolute. He said unsmilingly: "A painter must be sincere and focused when painting, so that the painting will have spirit. The teacher is training you to help you complete a painting with more concentration. You must understand the teacher's good intentions."
How could the student not agree? She bit her lip and said yes. Her obedient bangs were unusually soft and cute when she nodded, and her beautiful cheeks were a little more delicate, which only made this beastly teacher want to bully her, play with her, and look at her coquettish and wanton beauty.
His hands became even more wanton, rubbing the girl's body randomly, one hand on her thin white legs, the other hand from her cute little belly button to the bow on her chest, the bow can be pulled open, and under the bow is her attractive breasts, but there is still a thin layer of clothing, so you can't see her beauty. The big, plump breasts
wrapped in the sailor suit seems to be about to burst the clothes, and the protruding nipples are particularly obvious under this wrapping.
The man pressed his fingers on her breasts and deliberately said mischievously: "What is this? Yanyan, come and talk to the teacher."
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