My classmates are all perverts!

In the calligraphy club of a certain girls' high school, the seniors continued their flamboyant rituals. The sports club and the calligraphy club often held joint training camps, during which the teachers would turn a blind eye and allow them to enjoy themselves. For
example, they would dip a pen in water and write on the backs of their juniors—any words would do, the cold pen tip stimulating them was just for fun.
The whispered laughter of the juniors gave them a special kind of pleasure, which is why they kept writing on their backs.
"Green willows sway in the wind, spring is everywhere."
Last summer, during a training camp, third-year student Masago wrote this poem on the back of second-year student Keishin. Initially, she only intended to write a single character, but suddenly the poem appeared in her mind. Its meaning was incomprehensible to others. Their hearts were as chaotic and uncertain as the green willows, because an abnormal love had arisen between them. Writing the poem on her back was a way of conveying their feelings to each other.
"I don't understand what it means." She continued writing on Hye-jin's back, the alluring feeling emanating from the pen and the ticklish sensation on her back causing her to involuntarily say, "Please let me go... I really don't understand..." Hye-jin gasped, begging Masa for mercy, while Masa continued to express her feelings to her from behind.
Then she picked Hye-jin up, her snow-white panties already soaked with love fluid. Masa looked at Hye-jin's lips, her gaze meeting hers with a coquettish look, and kissed Hye-jin's lips. Thus, their relationship took another step forward.
"Hye-jin is really cute here!" Today, Masa had greedily kissed Hye-jin for more than thirty minutes, and even so, Hye-jin's body was covered in a layer of sweat. Her fingers gently caressed that secret place.
"Eat... please eat me." Hye-jin's soft voice whispered in Masa's ear.
"Please eat me, okay..."
"Okay, then I'll eat you, but, the juices down there will flow out!" Masago's fingers played with that little spot. Masago looked at Hyejin with a shy expression, her long, shapely legs were really attractive. Compared to wearing a school uniform, jeans seemed to suit her better, giving her a masculine beauty. In the girls' school, she was the only boy present.
Masago hugged her, feeling a sense of superiority, loving her more deeply each day. Masago would be graduating in a month, so she wanted to have a deeper relationship with her.
"Hyejin is getting sexier and sexier, don't look at me like that." Masago felt her panties getting cooler, because they were also very wet
. Hyejin's pubic hair wasn't thick, and her tender flesh seemed almost transparent, with a thin layer of light shining through her pink genitals. Hyejin, who looked innocent with her eyes closed, was actually very lewd inside.
Masago's slender fingers parted Hyejin's two small lips, and Hyejin's body trembled.
"Do you want me to see this? Do you want me only here? What do you want from me?" Masago asked in a probing tone, her fingers roaming over the spot.
"Lick me, eat me, there's only one month left, I want you to love me more." Hye-jin looked at her with teary eyes.
"Do you want to be mine?"
"Yes..."
"Will you give me your virginity? I really want to take your hymen." Right there in that secret passage, not very deep, seeing that hymen, Masago longed to be a man.
Masago often wanted to be a man, but she really wanted to take Hye-jin's virginity, not wanting to give it to another man.
"I'll give you everything, but you have to love me forever." Her body hadn't fully developed yet, and there were still a few fine hairs on her small breasts.
"Then I'll take your hymen: can I use this finger?" "Will it hurt?" Her tearful look was as cute as a white rabbit, so cute that one wanted to torture her.
"Women, you have to try everything once." Masago pretended to be very gentle.
"If I endure, will you love me forever?"
"Of course." To dispel the unease of this once-in-a-lifetime experience, Hye-jin offered her virginity to Masa, her heart filled with joy. Masa placed a white towel under Hye-jin's buttocks. Then she buried her face between her legs, working hard.
"Ah..." Her young waist trembled, and it was now even wetter than before she was being licked. Hye-jin gripped the towel, her legs twisting together. This was the first time Masa had treated her like this, her tongue skillfully moving over her private parts, a current coursing through her body.
In an instant, she let out a soft moan, spasms rising deep within her body. Masa seemed quite adept, making her cry out unexpectedly. She kissed Hye-jin's lips again, making the electric sensation in her body disappear. Compared to the pleasure from masturbation, that feeling was a thousand times more stimulating. Even when not with Masa, just thinking about this made her body heat up.
"If it doesn't hurt, there's a way. It's anesthesia. I'll do it for you." Masago began sucking on the clitoris of Hye-jin's flower. Hye-jin swayed her hips, unable to imagine that a seventeen-year-old girl could be so lewd. A large amount of nectar gushed from that opening, and Masago diligently and attentively licked that garden, making her disregard her shame and cry out wildly.
"Ah... I can't stand it anymore." Masago pulled her face away from that garden, the smile that appeared had a sadistic feel to it, this time using her slender fingers.
The clitoris was covered by a thin piece of foreskin, and she used her thumb and middle finger to grasp the clitoris and rub them together.
"Ah... Ugh..." Hye-jin arched her hips, concentrating the pleasure generated in the center, wanting to bear all the feeling and not let it slip away.
"So cute, so slippery, how is it, very comfortable, right?" Masago laughed, her fingers rubbing incessantly on that foreskin.
"No...ah..." Her legs twisted and turned, then opened again, her waist thrusting back and forth with great movements. A layer of sweat covered her body, reflecting the sunlight as if shimmering with a thin sheen. Her small, pale nipples stood erect, and Masa reached out and grasped one of her breasts.
"Ugh..." She couldn't help but arch her back.
"Why are your nipples hard?" She pressed her breast, her fingers playing with the clitoris.
"Why are they hard? Is it really that comfortable?" Her hands moved between her breast and clitoris, and Hyejin didn't know where to begin to stop her.
Hyejin, her face covered in sweat, stared at Masa, frowning, her head shaking from side to side, but showing no intention of running away.
"If you don't tell me why your nipples are hard, I'm going to eat that bean of yours." Masago tightened her grip on the fleshy nipple, the sensation from that little bud causing pain in her fingers. At that moment... "Ugh..." Hyejin lifted her buttocks to meet her.
Hyejin, groaning with her snow-white teeth showing, curled up like a shrimp, her mouth half-open in a groan.
"Alright, I've anesthetized you. Now I'm going to remove your hymen." Her fingers slowly inserted into the flowing, narrow passage. Although it was slippery, it was a narrow, thin fleshy canal.
"Ouch...it hurts...don't go in any further." Although she was a high school student, she rarely used sanitary napkins with inserts compared to others, so when Masago's fingers were inserted, the hymen naturally resisted.
"It hurts...it hurts so much...!" Huizhen raised her head and said to her, "I haven't done anything yet, I just put my finger in." Masa looked very excited. After the finger was inserted, it hadn't moved yet. If it moved, the hymen would break. Masa's heart pounded as she thought about it.
Masago had no experience with men. During her six years of middle school, aside from classmates of the same sex, she had never interacted with any men. She had experience interacting with other women in a male-dominated setting, but never with purely male-dominated relationships. She also had no physical experience of the pain of her hymen breaking.
"From now on, you're mine." After saying this, her finger began to move within her vaginal opening, twitching violently.
"Ouch, that hurts!"
The anesthesia she had just received seemed to have no effect. A sharp pain, like a tearing wound, shot from her lower abdomen straight to her head. In reality, it was just the movement of Masago's finger causing the pain.
"No!" Huizhen cried out in pain. Masago then slowly withdrew her finger from the narrow opening.
Bright red blood flowed from her fingers, staining not only her fingertips but also the snow-white towel. Masako froze, startled; the bleeding was more than she had expected.
"Huizhen is saying goodbye to her virginity. From now on, you belong to me. This pain is only for today." Masako hugged Huizhen tightly, wiping the bloodied, defiled garden clean with the towel.
Seven or eight years ago, she was so young… This year, Huizhen was twenty-five. Looking at the female students in their school uniforms, and remembering her past self, she felt the world was truly unbelievable.
Before graduation, the calligraphy club still held its annual gathering, the seniors calling the juniors together for a pep talk—this custom remained, but the number of participants was noticeably smaller. Over the past three years, Huizhen often thought of Masako; her image frequently appeared in her mind.
The image of their long-awaited reunion resurfaced in her mind, all because today she had suddenly received a call from Jiajia, a junior two years her junior, informing her of Masago's divorce.
Hearing the news of Masago's divorce stirred a mocking pleasure within her, but she couldn't show that joy to others after receiving the call.
In that all-female school environment, Huizhen and Masago, a year ahead of her, developed a secret relationship after their summer training camp. Before graduation, Masago had taken Huizhen's virginity with her long, slender fingers. At that time, Huizhen firmly believed that she and Masago would be together forever, but then she suddenly heard the news of her marriage. She felt betrayed and harbored resentment towards Masago.
She wouldn't allow any other man to hug Masago, who had once held her, and she wouldn't allow Masago to break any promises she had made.
"When I saw her in Tsim Sha Tsui that time, she had cut her long hair short. That's when I knew what had happened."
Hearing that she had become a teacher, Jiajia still retained the look of her student days. Her fair complexion and slightly childish face made her seem like a female university student.
Her hair was just past her shoulders, and she wore a pink dress that swayed as she walked down the corridor. Jiajia looked good in that color, and it made her look much more refreshing.
Jiajia gave the impression of being a very fun-loving girl, always surrounded by different men.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" Jiajia didn't give a direct answer to Huizhen's question. She was already twenty-two years old; it was impossible for her not to have a boyfriend. Moreover, Jiajia looked like she was in love. However, in high school, Jiajia had greatly admired Huizhen and still harbored a special longing for her.
"Do you remember things from before?" Her face immediately turned red at this question.
"Tonight, let's reminisce about our past. It's been a long time since we talked like this. Would you like to come to my place?" Huizhen looked at Jiajia, making her feel very embarrassed.
"Are you sure you won't be bothering me? If Masa comes, won't it be inconvenient? I think you two have a lot to talk about."
"Don't worry, it's fine."
"Then, I'll come and bother you." Huizhen then fell silent, and Jiajia felt a sudden sense of panic. The feeling of that cold pen writing on her back... just thinking about it made her gasp. Nominally, it was the calligraphy club's camp, but the students still avoided the teachers' attention and held those lewd games. And the juniors continued this game.
After Masa entered university, the two still met often and maintained that abnormal physical relationship. At that time, Masa was intoxicated by Huizhen's carnal relationship and had no interest in men at all. But later, Masa fell in love with a university lecturer and got married immediately upon graduation, which was when Huizhen entered the workforce. Huizhen was furious at Masago's betrayal. She knew she would never forgive her, and in her rage, she wanted to kill both of them.
At the church wedding, Huizhen suppressed her anger, watching the ceremony with a somber expression. She felt pathetic about her jealousy of Masago; no matter how angry she was, no matter how much she acted like a devil, no one would understand.
Jealousy made her like a devil; even in the mirror, her reflection resembled her daughter's. She could never forget the words written on her back with that pen.
Her classmates were now all working adults, completely different from their school uniform days. Many had long hair and wore light makeup. When their eyes met, Masago immediately turned away. Huizhen stared at her intently; it had been over five years since she'd seen her. She was still the same Huizhen, but Masago was no longer the same Masago.
She thought that the best thing for a woman who had abandoned her was to fall into an abyss of misery.
"Ah, Masago is here today too. What did Huizhen do last year? Tell us now, please have her come out and explain." Jiajia knew Masago because of Huizhen. When Jiajia enrolled, Masago had already graduated. Although Masago didn't love Huizhen, Huizhen was sincere towards Masago. When the two were dating, Jiajia admired Huizhen greatly and heard many things about Masago from her. So later, Huizhen introduced Jiajia to Masago.
"It's been a long time, senpai." Huizhen greeted Masago. Although she still loved her very much, she also felt a deep-seated hatred that wanted to kill her. Huizhen controlled her emotions and forced a smile.
"Your hair is really much shorter now." Looking at Huizhen, Masago's unnatural smile appeared. She was wearing a light green suit and a pair of large gold earrings. The Huizhen that Masago knew had hair that fell to her chest, and Masago loved to play with that long, black hair with her fingers.
"I cut it short after my breakup five years ago." She glanced at Masako's reaction.
"Oh, sorry, I have something to do tonight, so I'll stop here." "Oh, really? What a pity! How can I contact you then?" Masako took out her business card. She teaches calligraphy in some clubs. Huizhen had also given Masako her business card. Huizhen had been working for over a year and was now the manager of a boutique. Although the economy was bad, the boutique was doing very well under her management.
Originally, she wanted to work in an office, but Masako's incident changed her plans. She didn't want others to know her secret, so she chose this independent career, throwing herself into it wholeheartedly.
After the meeting, Jiajia went to Huizhen's home. In the elevator, their eyes met. Seeing Huizhen's heartbroken state, Jiajia unexpectedly felt pity and love. Their hands unconsciously clasped. Huizhen wasn't without a lover; it was Du Xiuping, the owner of a fiber company, and she had given him the key to her home.
He was a learned and erudite man, generous with his money, and full of energy, very good at pleasing Huizhen. She didn't care whether he was married or not, because she considered that she wouldn't be a good wife, and had never even considered being her wife; the thought of it seemed ridiculous.
Her home was decorated mainly in black, and kept very neat and clean, suggesting that she was a woman who was good at housework.
"Would you like coffee or black tea? I even have wine."
"Coffee, please... Shall I make it?"
"Sure, the coffee is in the cupboard, the cup is on the left side of the cupboard. I just want black coffee, and could you also give me a glass of water?" Soon, the aroma of coffee filled the room.
Jiajia handed the coffee to Huizhen and sat down beside her. Huizhen, however, reached her hand under Jiajia's skirt. Startled, Jiajia almost spilled the coffee and quickly took a sip.
"Why doesn't Zhensha talk to you?" After finishing her coffee, Jiajia quickly started a conversation to break the awkward atmosphere.
"She probably feels embarrassed too, and besides, she just got divorced, so she probably isn't in the mood to talk to us," Huizhen whispered in Jiajia's ear, gently biting her thick earlobe. Jiajia felt a surge of heat throughout her body and couldn't help but breathe softly.
Huizhen's tongue slid down her ear and slowly moved to her lips. Jiajia's skirt was removed, and her tongue kissed her lips and forehead. Jiajia didn't resist; she had already planned this when she was called to Huizhen's house that night.
Underneath the skirt were matching underwear, the bra straps half-fallen onto her arms. As her body temperature rose and Jiajia's faint body odor emanated, Huizhen felt a pang of pain. She couldn't help but bite Jiajia's shoulder.
"Ouch...it hurts," Huizhen said, removing her clothes and playing with her breasts. She turned Jiajia over and pressed her down on the sofa, pressing her lips against her full buttocks.
Jiajia quickly sat up.
"That's enough, stop playing around." But Huizhen stood up and took off her clothes.
"No!" She pressed Jiajia down with one hand and touched her white buttocks with the other.
"Let go, it won't be good if others see." Huizhen's huge breasts rubbed against her back.
"Are you trying to provoke me? Or do you want me to treat you well? Just lie down here obediently, didn't you know this would happen?" Hearing this, Jiajia had no choice but to lie down on the comb. Huizhen took off her panties and rubbed her snow-white buttocks with both hands.
It had been a long time since she had touched a woman's buttocks, and she felt a sense of familiarity, which aroused her passion. Her hands kept stroking them.
"Such lovely buttocks, what kind of man has touched them? Do you have a lover now? Or have you broken up? What kind of person did you give your virginity to?"
Thinking of her virginity, she thought of Masa again. On one hand, he said he loved her and took her hymen, and on the other hand, he married another man. In her heart, she had lost both her body and soul to Masa. The image of Masago, who hadn't had a child for five years, resurfaced in her mind. During those five years, she had relentlessly sought revenge, and not just in simple ways.
Seeing Masago today, her attitude only strengthened her resolve for revenge. The flames of hatred, though extinguished, had reignited.
"Who took your hymen? Tell me!"
"No…"
"Then who dared to take my hymen? Do you know?
" "No… I don't know."
"Don't you want to know?" she questioned gently.
"Why won't you answer me?" Huizhen scolded her, suddenly slapping her on the buttocks.
"Ouch…" A sharp slap landed on her buttocks, leaving a red imprint of Huizhen's hand on Jiajia's snow-white bottom.
"Forgive me, please be gentle… it hurts!" Jiajia sobbed. In Huizhen's eyes, she was adorable, so adorable that she wanted to torture her.
"When I ask you a question, why don't you answer? And why do you expect me to be gentle with you? I hate people like that the most, you have to be punished." She slapped Jiajia's right butt again.
"Ouch!" This time, she slapped her left butt. Huizhen slapped Jiajia's butt repeatedly, as if reliving the blissful feeling she had when Yuzuru spanked her years ago.
"This is the first time I'm forgiving you, but not next time."
"Please don't hate me."
"But next time I ask you a question, you have to answer me, okay?" "If you answer... I'll treat you well."
"But..."
"Aren't you going to answer?" Huizhen raised her hand, as if to slap her again.
"I really don't remember."
"Don't remember? Didn't you have someone you knew in college? Wasn't it that guy?" "Someone in the same arts department..."
"Oh... wasn't it that guy? That guy took your virginity, didn't he?" Jiajia nodded.
"It wasn't that one person. The first man was someone I met when I was visiting my sister in college. I was raped on the street by a stranger. I think men are so disgusting. As for simple relationships between men and women, I still don't know anything about that."
Compared to her own grudge with Masa, Jiajia seemed more unfortunate. Since she had no experience with men, that seemed alright.
"Because of that, you've never dated men?"
"Yes!"
"Then aren't women scary? Women can be terrifying and cruel too!" Thinking of her hatred for Masa, even she found women quite terrifying.
"This is the thing I least want to remember. I've never told anyone, but please forgive me." Now that Jiajia had told her her secret, she suddenly felt a warm feeling in her heart.
"I only hit you because you're cute. Because your butt is so adorable. I didn't mean to punish you. Ah, it's not just your butt that's cute, everything about you is cute." After saying that, she kissed Jiajia's dry lips.
She leaned towards Jiajia, her hand pressing against her breasts. The lingering scent of perfume wafted into her nose.
The hot, soft lips felt nothing like those of her lover, Du Xiuping. The feeling of kissing was vastly different between men and women. Zhensha's rough kissing style and Du Xiuping's gentle kissing technique were very different, yet she had never consciously differentiated them.
Jiajia's lips seemed to melt, her tongue slipping between them.
"Mmm…" Jiajia groaned softly. Jiajia nervously held Huizhen, while Huizhen's tongue slipped from her lips into her mouth, saliva flowing into her mouth. Because of the kiss, Jiajia also reached behind Huizhen, reaching over the bra to hug her back.
Their lips overlapped, their tongues intertwined, and Jiajia could only moan in ecstasy, still unable to use her own tongue. Huizhen thought back to how she had been; once kissed, her mind would go completely blank.
After meeting with Masaki at noon, memories of the past came to mind. Jiajia sucked on Masaki's tongue, and time seemed to flow by. The two seemed to have returned to how they were when they were seventeen or eighteen. Their lips finally parted, and Jiajia closed her eyes, her face flushed. The two stood up from their hair combs and took off the rest of their clothes, such as bras and underwear. Huizhen buried her head in Jiajia's breasts, and Jiajia's breathing became somewhat rapid.
Jiajia covered her breasts with her hands, but Huizhen pulled them away, revealing her breasts in their entirety. The smooth skin was different from Huizhen's; it seemed to melt at the touch. The breasts were beautifully shaped, large and firm, probably a C-cup or a mini-cup, with a deep cleavage between the peaks.
The breasts were snow-white, with delicate pink nipples, and correspondingly large areolas.
"So beautiful, so cute," Huizhen murmured, kneading her breasts as if kneading dough, her nose swirling in the sweet scent of her breasts.
Jiajia couldn't help but let out a cry; her previously soft nipples had hardened, and she licked them with her tongue.
Jiajia's body heated up, her back arching forward under the onslaught of the breasts. As if she had obtained a ripe fruit, Huizhen gently bit one of the hard nipples in her mouth while simultaneously twisting it with her fingers. Jiajia couldn't resist and thrust her breasts forward to meet her.
Jiajia breathed heavily, her brows furrowed tightly, her eyes closed, her lips pressed together, creating an indescribably sexy posture. Jiajia tried to cover her breasts with her hands.
"Let go."
"No."
"Let go if you want to feel more comfortable."
"It's strange, I'm scared..."
"What's there to be scared of? I'll make you feel very comfortable. I'll bring you pleasure with my mouth or my fingers. Why don't we go to the room? It'll be more comfortable there."
Huizhen went to the room first. Jiajia's mind was in turmoil. After a round of struggle, about five minutes later, she followed Huizhen to her room.
Huizhen was lying on the bed and turned her back to her when she came in.
"I've always told you I'll treat you very well, and I like people who obey me. But you've been here for an hour. How many times do I have to tell you before you understand my feelings?" She seemed a little angry with Jiajia.
Seeing this, tears welled up in Jiajia's eyes.
"That's not what I meant..."
"Still saying no? Look at your hands, why are you covering yourself?" Jiajia hurriedly lowered her hands from her body. This was the first time she had experienced this, and she was confused as she tried to escape the tension.
"I didn't mean to hide anything." Her breathing was also strained. Huizhen turned to look at her, her not-so-plump body hair completely exposed before her eyes.
"Look, aren't I naked just like you?" She pulled Jiajia down onto the bed, stroking her inner thighs. The clear nectar shone brightly deep within her flower. Huizhen used two fingers to spread the two tender flesh, and seeing that mysterious and beautiful place, Huizhen couldn't help but get excited.
"Ugh... Ah..." Jiajia couldn't help but wriggle her buttocks. The beautiful and lustrous flower was displayed brilliantly before her eyes. Compared to her own flower, Jiajia's was like an orchid, the world's finest pale pink orchid.
"It's so wet, aren't you ashamed as a teacher?" Huizhen looked at the secret flower, one hand playing with its stamen, the other caressing its outer petals. A sharp reaction made Jiajia feel as if she were about to jump off the bed, her hands gripping the sheets tightly.
Sweat beaded on her white skin, her chest heaving with heavy breathing, her breasts swaying. A sweltering atmosphere filled the room. Huizhen carefully caressed the flower, as if admiring a beautiful object.
"Ah...no...I can't take it..." Jiajia arched her back, her sweaty body panting, pleading softly.
When Huizhen's fingers rubbed against the foreskin of the clitoris, Jiajia's breathing became rapid. Huizhen's body stiffened and arched, the sadistic feeling intensifying.
She coated her fingers with nectar and pressed them directly onto the clitoris, and Jiajia couldn't help but cry out.
"Please let me go!"
Jiajia sobbed, begging for mercy. Huizhen removed her fingers and replaced them with her lips. Like a baby suckling, she suckled hard against that secret opening, her tongue, mixed with saliva, reaching inside. Why hadn't she noticed such a lovely girl before? Huizhen couldn't understand it no matter how much she thought about it. Perhaps in high school, apart from Masa, she hadn't noticed anyone else.
Tonight, Du Xiuping had invited Huizhen out for a drive. The car sped along the seaside road, exceeding 150 kilometers per hour, the scenery quickly disappearing behind them. The car headed straight for the new city. What used to be a desolate place had now become bustling with multi-story buildings thanks to the development by many conglomerates.
"Driving out in the open is really relaxing, but I still have to do it. If I'm just driving home, I'm not in the same mood," Xiuping thought, keeping an eye on the road ahead.
"What are you trying to say with those words?"
"I'm forty-five years old this year, and I still have this much energy. Don't you think that's amazing?" "But compared to those teenagers, I'm still far behind."
"Have you ever slept with teenagers?"
"What! That's so vulgar. You're completely different from when I first met you. You're not a gentleman at all, just spouting filthy things."
He met Huizhen for the second time at her shop. That day, Xiuping's wife went to the shop to buy something, and Xiuping paid for her. The next day, when Xiuping went to pick up the goods, he asked Huizhen out to dinner, and their relationship has continued since then.
"Excuse me, miss, I'm sorry. Have you ever slept with teenagers?" Xiuping asked, changing his tone, which made Huizhen laugh.
"No teenage boy has ever had that. I often think that if I had the chance, I would definitely try it."
"I would never lose to those immature young men. Anyone can do it if it's just about brute force, but if it's about skill, how to please a woman, and how to satisfy yourself, they definitely can't do it. I can't believe you're so jealous of me having sex with those boys. I never thought you were such a lovely person. Don't worry, I'm not interested in men like that right now, because..." She peeked at Xiu Ping's reaction and then told him about Jia Jia.
"You're telling me this at a time like this? I would never lay a hand on another woman. Many women are sometimes like ghosts, terrifying."
"Women can be very lovely sometimes. At that time, I thought of myself as a man." She deliberately provoked Xiu Ping's jealousy.
"You can understand by pretending to be a man? Then I'll see what kind of girl you really are tonight." Xiu Ping drove towards Kowloon Tong, keeping an eye out for nearby hotels.
Homosexuals rarely confide their secrets to others, but tonight she confessed to Xiu Ping, and this sudden outburst excited him greatly. The car drove into a very luxurious villa.
As soon as they entered the house, Xiu Ping's burning penis pressed against her from behind.
"What should I do? As your daughter, how can I win your heart?" Although Xiu Ping was over forty, he still had no gray hair, and his thick eyebrows framed a pair of bright eyes. When they first met, Hui Zhen only saw him as someone she needed to interact with for work. After they started dating, she only saw him as a playmate. Later, she treated him like a close friend.
"I'll tell you slowly. Go take a shower now." Hui Zhen went into the bedroom, which was full of mirrors.
"You can shower later." With that, he pressed her down on the bed, his lips pressed tightly against hers. Huizhen shook her head in protest, but Xiuping held her head, preventing her escape. He sucked on her mouth, his tongue teasing inside, and Huizhen sucked hard on his lips. After a passionate kiss, Xiuping gently licked her ear and nibbled at her earlobe.
"Mmm..." Her ears were Huizhen's weak spot. His warm breath traveled through her ear canal, quickly flowing into her secret flower, causing her to gush with nectar.
The muscles in the narrow crevice beneath her skirt trembled and contracted slightly.
Soon, Huizhen could no longer hold back her soft moans. Xiuping truly was a man who understood women's psychology.
In fact, from the very beginning of their relationship, Xiuping knew Huizhen's sensitive areas, so he could often find her weaknesses, as if he had suddenly transformed an ordinary woman into a leopard.
Huizhen started as an ordinary, cute girl, but once her desire was ignited, she transformed into a wild and sexy woman. Xiuping loved seeing her transformation; a simple caress of her ears was enough to tame her. After caressing her ears, his lips followed.
"You'll get your underwear dirty. Go take a shower, and take your clothes off before you come. I don't want to go home in dirty pants," Huizhen said to Xiuping, feigning anger in the brightly lit house.
"I don't care. It doesn't matter how I go home," Xiuping surprisingly didn't mind these minor details.
Xiuping took off his outer clothes, while Huizhen took off his pants. After he was naked, Huizhen took off her own clothes.
"You look good in blue underwear, because that color suits our daughter best." "How interesting, but you can say that any color underwear suits a female ghost!"

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