female teacher

I met a female teacher from a prefecture-level city in my city online. Her surname is Li, and I call her Xiao Li, even though she's three years older than me. Although she's just a teacher at an obscure college, she's still a university teacher. We've video chatted on QQ before. She looks a bit like Lu Yu, with a bob haircut, just a bit fuller, which is my type. As people often say, after getting to know each other for a while, we both felt good about each other, a tacit understanding.
Last Saturday morning, I went to her city on business. I had already booked a room at a four-star hotel near her school. At noon, I texted her to see if she was free, and she quickly called to say she was. The accounting professional title exam was being held at her school, and although she wasn't proctoring, she had an excuse to be out. I told her to change into her usual class clothes. When she arrived at the hotel I had booked, she said somewhat hurriedly, "Could we change to another one? The lobby manager there knows her because all the school's guests stay there." While I was on the phone with her, I searched for hotels on Google. I quickly found Hanting Express on Google Maps. I asked her if it was okay, and she said yes, and I'd see her in 20 minutes. I hurried downstairs, hailed a taxi, and crossed the city to Hanting. I booked a double room in the lobby. As I swiped my card, paid the deposit, and signed, I felt a mature woman approach me; I sensed it was Ms. Li. We smiled at each other, and although we didn't speak, everything felt so natural. I took the room key from the receptionist, and she followed me towards the elevator. Inside, it was just the two of us. As soon as the doors closed, she eagerly wrapped her arms around my waist and pressed her face against my chest. I felt a little awkward because she was quite tall; with heels, she was probably about my height of 175cm. Just as the elevator doors were about to open, she released me, and I took her hand and led her into the room. I really admire the owner of Hanting, Mr. Ji. The small room was decorated very warmly. What pleased me most was the transparent shower room. While it wasn't quite as luxurious as some high-end chain hotels like the Sofitel, it still had a transparent shower room like the Sofitel. What pleased me even more was that the shower room was right next to the bed, so I could see inside from the bed.
The only downside was that the showerhead was fixed to the wall, which was seriously annoying! After entering the room and closing the door, she carefully locked the chain. I went to the desk and opened my laptop. She took off her shoes, put on disposable slippers, and knelt down beside me to help me change. I stroked her hair and asked her to take off my socks too, which she did, even smoothing and folding them neatly before placing them on the shoe rack by the door, along with my shoes. She presented me with the image of a virtuous wife. After doing all this, she smiled and asked me, "What are you doing?" I really enjoyed the feeling of her being so close to me. I played some Bandari piano music and softly said to her, "Dance for me." The soothing music of Bandari filled the room. I told her to dance on the bed; the space in the Hanting Express was too small. I sat in the swivel chair watching her dance—or rather, admiring it. Maintaining balance on the soft bed was definitely not as easy as on the floor, but she danced very seriously and professionally, even though she wasn't a dance teacher, only having studied dance as a child. Dancing is tiring, and after two songs, she started to get out of breath, stumbled, and fell backward onto the bed. I quickly jumped over and caught her. I kissed her and asked if she was tired. She smiled and said, "No, I want to continue!" I let go of her and lay down on the edge of the bed. She got out of bed, drew the curtains, and began to twirl to a cheerful rhythm, taking off her short-sleeved shirt as she did so, revealing her breasts accentuated by a pink bra. Although her figure was fuller after childbirth, her curves were still quite noticeable. Then she untied her skirt, and the pink skirt slid down with her twirling body.
Black lace panties appeared before my eyes. She simply folded her short-sleeved shirt, skirt, and stockings and placed them on the bedside table, looking at me shyly. I cupped her breasts through her bra, and her breathing became heavier; her legs swayed. I unhooked her bra, my hands stroking down her body. She had slight stretch marks on her abdomen. Reaching her lower body, she grabbed my hands as if she'd been electrocuted; I could tell she was nervous. But she quickly released my hands and pulled down her underwear to cover her earlier impulsiveness. Her lower body was clearly wet. I asked her to help me undress, to be completely naked. She was such a considerate housewife; she hung my shirts on hangers, clipped my trousers, and neatly arranged my underwear in the closet. We squeezed into the small shower. She lathered me with shower gel, not only with her hands but also by the sensation of her breasts rubbing against my body. She was especially careful with my penis, thoroughly washing it before kissing the head. He dried my hair and body with a towel. I lay on the bed, looking at the shower room. She seemed to understand, walked into the shower, and under the running water, contorted her body, dancing for me to watch. She made a surprising move, like a gymnast, lying on her stomach with her hands on the ground—I guess it's called a backbend. Her flexibility was really good; no wonder she'd practiced yoga, I thought to myself. She actually stopped moving, so I quickly went in, turned off the tap, and helped her stand up. She wrapped herself in a towel and told me to wait a minute. I was wondering what was going on when I realized she was brushing her teeth. I couldn't help but laugh. "Are you a germaphobe?"
I asked. She was brushing her teeth and couldn't talk, so I just shook my head. After rinsing her mouth, she came to my side, and we hugged. When her tongue entered my mouth, I regretted it; I should have brushed my teeth too. She kissed my ears, neck, and nipples, and slowly, she took my penis into her mouth. My penis gradually swelled in her mouth. Her oral skills weren't great, but she was very dedicated. She seemed to be putting in effort, which was quite nice. She licked my testicles, accidentally hurting me. A man's genitals are actually quite sensitive. I laughed and said, "I'm going to punish you by biting your pouches!" She cupped her breasts in her hands and brought them to my mouth. I opened my mouth and gently bit down, gradually increasing the pressure. She started to moan softly. I changed the spot and bit down again, squeezing her breasts until they were deformed. She grabbed my hands as if helping me. I left rows of teeth marks on her breasts, tugging at her still pink nipples. It was like we were playing house, each playing a different role. Only at the end, as she requested, it became a little violent. Actually, the rest isn't anything new; much of it is just the description you've already seen. To satisfy everyone's curiosity, I'll write a brief summary, certainly not as detailed as the above. It's a bit of a letdown, so please forgive me! I pulled on her nipple, making a gesture that made me chuckle. She stuck out her tongue, and I reached out and pinched it. The wet, slippery feeling of her tongue was rather funny. It turned out that during our conversation, she told me a deep secret: as a child, she witnessed a couple fighting, the man on top of the woman, and from that experience, she developed a desire for men to ride on her. While we were playing, she pulled her tongue back from my hand, wanting me to ride on its back.
Being a gentleman, I agreed. Initially, I was gentle and considerate, letting her crawl on the bed while I sat on her shoulders, careful not to break her back. She crawled slowly on the soft bed, but after two laps, she was panting, and I could feel the sweat on her back. I then let her crawl to the headboard so she could reach the remote control on the bedside table to turn on the air conditioner. When I stood up to get the remote, she suddenly collapsed onto the floor. The Hanting Hotel room had wooden floors without a carpet, and I was sitting on her back. Actually, it wasn't very comfortable for me; she crawled very slowly, and it was inconvenient for me to slap her bottom because I couldn't maintain my balance. So I gently patted her face. I made her crawl from the bedside table to the door, and then back again. I could tell she was getting tired. Actually, I only weigh 130 pounds, not fat at all. I guess she just lacks exercise. I had to think of something else to play. I picked up the stockings on her bedside table, tied a knot at the toes of the two stockings, making them one long enough, and tied one end to her underwear. I made her bite the underwear, and I sat on the bed. As long as I held her, she could crawl wherever she wanted! She crawled around the bed a few times. It looked like a simple exercise, but it was actually quite tiring. She was panting, and her underwear fell out of her mouth. I didn't punish her; instead, I let her drink some mineral water and rest. After a brief pause, it was time to satisfy my personal desires; everyone's a little selfish, right? I had her lie on the bed and initially made her give me a blowjob. I watched her use her breasts to service my penis, and she seemed to enjoy it. Taking advantage of this, I sat on her breasts, and she readily put two pillows under her head so she could lift her head to give me oral sex. The Hanting Hotel was quite considerate, providing four pillows. What followed was even less despicable piston-like movements. I originally wanted to deep-throat her and make her swallow, but I was weak and ejaculated all over her lower mouth.

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