My teacher is as beautiful as a demon. (254)

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Volume 1 Living with the Beautiful Teacher 254. Like a Big Horse

Liang Jun bent down and gently teased her nipples with the tip of his tongue. She was very sensitive, and her breasts quickly hardened, trembling like

flower stamens in the wind. Liang Jun then took her entire breasts into his mouth, and her body began to twist,

moaning incessantly.

Liang Jun closed his eyes, using every cell in his body to perceive her. She was simply too beautiful. No

woman had a breast as firm and supple as hers. Holding it in his hand, he could feel the elasticity, which was

intoxicating. (It's really heartless to say this.) Zhuang Molan had already started to sing like a nightingale,

her body arching upwards as if to welcome all of Liang Jun's caresses.

Each time her slender body arched upwards, it formed an arched bridge. If one reached down and touched her

, one would feel that her body was so small it could be grasped in one hand, pressed against their skin, filling their nostrils with fragrance, and filling their mind with the sound of

boiling .

How could one ever tire of such a lithe body?

Her cheeks were flushed, radiating heat that made every pore on one's body open. No

color could warm the soul more than the flush of a young girl. Liang Jun poured all his passion

into that frenzied kiss, from her cheeks to her lips. He first caressed her gently, like a light breeze—foreplay.

He felt her body tremble, her moans growing louder. He continued his exploration, passing over her two peaks, until he reached

her rapidly heaving abdomen. His lips must have been burning hot, like a blazing fire, igniting all her blood

.

Her breathing grew heavier and heavier. Liang Jun wanted to kiss her again, but her pants weren't yet undone.

Liang Jun wasn't in a hurry. He returned to her mouth. His tongue touched her lips and teeth, quickly

receiving a passionate response. She opened her small mouth, and Liang Jun slipped his tongue inside, intertwining it with hers. She

almost fainted. The wonderful sensation ignited an even greater desire. Her starry eyes couldn't open, and she could only

moan loudly.

Amidst soft moans, Liang Jun unbuckled her belt with one hand and slowly slipped his fingers inside. The touch of a few

strands of hair on his finger excited him like a lion smelling blood.

His fingers explored further, revealing a small bud, and below that, a soft, moist patch of grass.

Zhuang Molan beneath him shuddered, waves of pleasure washing over her as his fingers moved. He noticed her

panties were soaked, so he straightened up to remove her clothes. She was powerless to resist, only able

to comply obediently—or rather, she was already impatient.

Removing her clothes, Liang Jun spread her legs, eager to see her secret place.

She lay down on the bed, her face flushed, legs spread wide. Ren Liangjun leaned closer to look, his head starting to spin again

. He didn't understand why, after being with so many women, he still couldn't stop

wanting to look at a woman's private parts, especially Zhuang Molan's. From the first time to now, this was the third time,

but he still couldn't get enough. Sometimes, after seeing it once, he'd forget about it. Perhaps, from another perspective,

this was what people meant by Zhuang Molan being different—because she was a star, a famous woman, and he

was a prostitute. But, if you carefully distanced yourself from that feeling, it probably wasn't entirely true; in short, it was a strange feeling.

He carefully parted the pubic hair and saw those two fleshy mounds again, like a mouth with a long beard,

only without teeth.

He leaned closer to look, but smelled a faint scent of prostitute. Liangjun was somewhat dazed and surprised.

Zhuang Molan, so proud, so glamorous, so extraordinary—in his eyes practically a saint—was actually so

aroused ?

At this moment, her body began to writhe, and a lot of viscous fluid flowed out. Liang

Jun could no longer control himself and decisively and without hesitation took out his manhood and thrust it into that place

. Whoosh... At that moment, the two of them simultaneously let out an incredibly pleasurable cry. Then Liang Jun began a

frenzied battle. To take care of Zhuang Molan's injured foot, he sometimes had Zhuang Molan lie on her side, and sometimes picked her up and

placed her on the dressing table. The two of them were in a daze, their bodies moving non-stop. They didn't know

how much time had passed, until they felt as if the sky had collapsed and the earth had gone dark. The two of them were as if they had been washed, and then

suddenly they had that strange, wonderful, and comfortable feeling. Then the two of them couldn't help but cry out, and then

gushed out a lot of stuff, and then their bodies went limp and they lay down.

Liang Jun lay there, his arms and legs limp and unable to move. After more than ten minutes, he finally felt his

strength return. With each movement, he felt her skin brush against his, smooth and pleasant. Liang Jun

felt incredibly proud. "Haha, how amazing am I? A little kid like me can conquer so many women,

and each one of them is stunningly beautiful, each one has some reputation, some even nationally famous! My

life is truly worthwhile!"

This peasant-like mentality surged within Liang Jun, and somehow, he suddenly felt an urge again; his

manhood immediately became erect.

He knelt beside her, staring intently at her. Startled, she sat up abruptly and

asked , "What are you doing?" Liang Jun proudly replied, "I want more." "So soon, you want more?" She seemed surprised.

Liang Jun felt a little embarrassed, wondering if she thought he was some kind of shameless scoundrel. "Then let's do it." She

actually agreed, then lay down again, spreading her legs. Liang Jun scratched his head, embarrassed, and said, "It's not

like that." "I want it like that."

She asked in surprise, "What do you want?" Liang Jun said, "I want it like riding a horse, that's the only way to really enjoy it." "

Like riding a horse?" She hesitated for a moment, then rolled over and knelt on the bed. Good heavens, she was so clever; she knew

that this was the position Liang Jun meant by "riding a horse." Then she pressed her head against the oilcloth and saw this

woman, who had once been so proud, so confident, and so elegant, lying before her like a lump of dough. Liang Jun couldn't help but feel his blood boil and

his heroic spirit surge. He imitated the horse, pressing his nose between her legs, biting her buttocks with his teeth

, and stirring the flesh with his tongue.

She was tall, with a slender waist, large hips, and long legs. Her buttocks were sticking out, creating a large work platform. He

observed carefully and saw a line at her tailbone, connecting to her anus and the vertical

slit, which was already open. He could see the bright red flesh inside, opening and closing rhythmically.

Liang Jun was reluctant to act immediately. He wanted to observe carefully, to examine patiently this

place he had longed for and been fascinated by since childhood. The more he looked, the more his blood surged.

He imitated the horse, nudging the opening with his snout and biting the fleshy labia with his teeth, hearing long, meandering moans

emanating .

Finally, Liang Jun began to move. He placed his massive member at the entrance, took a short breath, adjusted his position, and

began to slowly thrust. For Liang Jun, the greatest stimulation was seeing his own member

moving in and out of that place. This satisfaction far outweighed the physical sensations; it stemmed more from his

desire to possess this world. If one were to analyze the psychology, at this moment, the man was very disrespectful to

the woman . Subconsciously, he harbored

the thought, "I've taken you, you've been taken by me, you're mine."

The adorable Zhuang Molan howled like a she-wolf. At this moment, Liang Jun didn't bother to ask her if she was in pain

or what. He was so focused on thrusting and pounding, his passion intense and unrestrained, his feelings akin to someone who hadn't been to the battlefield dreaming of

a hero.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but from Zhuang Molan's voice and the occasional turning of her head, Liang Jun

sensed she was reaching her limit. Feeling sorry for her, he increased the frequency, thrusting violently a few times. She

cooperated perfectly, and that wonderful feeling returned. Then, both of them, panting heavily, collapsed onto

the bed .

After a long while, Zhuang Molan struggled to sit up. Liang Jun asked, "What are you doing?" Zhuang Molan said

shyly , "I need to go to the bathroom." Liang Jun said, "Then I'll carry you." He stood up, not yet wearing pants,

his manhood dangling between his legs, dark and unsightly. Ignoring Zhuang Molan's objections, he bent

down and carried her to the bathroom. Once there, he placed her on the toilet, and Liang Jun stood waiting. At that

moment , he saw the incredibly cute host sitting on the toilet with half her crescent-shaped buttocks,

her brow furrowed.

Liang Jun asked, "What's wrong?" Zhuang Molan reverted to her adorable self, saying, "I feel uncomfortable with you here

." Liang Jun thought for a moment and said, "Then I'll leave." He went outside the bathroom and heard only the sound of

running water . Then, he heard Zhuang Molan timidly say, "It's done." Liang Jun came in and picked her up,

then subconsciously looked into the toilet bowl. He saw a streak of yellow liquid there. Zhuang Molan knew he was looking

there , and her face turned bright red with embarrassment. She pounded his shoulder hard, saying, "You're so mean! What are you doing..."

Her voice was always so soft, and even when she was angry, she would pout and her voice would have a slight drawl,

making Liang Jun love her to death.

Just as Liang Jun was about to leave, Zhuang Molan pointed to the shower stall, "Quickly put me down, I need to wash. I

sweated so much, it's so uncomfortable." Liang Jun said, "But you can't stand up, what should we do?" She said, "Bring that

plastic stool over there."

So Liang Jun put her back on the toilet, then brought a plastic stool and placed her

on it . Suddenly, he had an idea and said, "Let's wash each other. You wash me, I'll wash you, okay?

" Zhuang Molan giggled, neither agreeing nor disagreeing. Liang Jun squatted down and began

washing her private parts. Then he stood up, and Zhuang Molan cupped his large member in her small hands, saying, "

Wow, it's so big! No wonder it hurts so much!" She then applied bath soap and began

rubbing .

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, and someone called out, "Lanlan, open the door, we're here!"

Zhuang Molan's face paled instantly. She cried out in terror, "Oh no! My mom and dad are here…"

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