The goddess's stimulating hormones in class

Master Li Ao used the words "slender, tall, fair-skinned, graceful, and youthful" to describe the perfect girl's body in his mind.
I value a girl's curves even more: curves can connect all the beautiful organs of this special animal, turning her into a complete beauty.
Breasts: clothes are supported by a pair of high, perky breasts, which look like a round dome supporting soft, clean clothes with a girl's unique fragrance.
Breasts are the first key point to attack a woman; the attack on the breasts determines the success or failure of the invasion of this body.
Waist: the most beautiful curve of a woman; practicing waist exercises is a woman's basic skill, allowing for various movements.
Only by holding a woman's slender waist can you completely control her and play with her at will.
The buttocks are self-evident; below is the ultimate goal of men—to control her and then enter her.
A beautiful woman who attracts countless glances on the street during the day, who can take off her sunglasses and wink at you, a woman who makes you nervous even when you look at her normally, now her body completely belongs to you, allowing you to freely insert your penis into her pink and tender little hole.
The pleasure of sleeping with a beautiful woman is God's greatest gift to men.
All fantasies about her are unleashed at this moment, no matter how much she screams, the pace doesn't slow, fucking her until the flood of desire bursts forth! One of my female classmates in college perfectly fit this description; all the boys in the class liked to talk to her.
She was definitely a top-tier beauty, partly because she knew how to dress and was fashionable.
She was generous, lively, and got along well with many people.
I was an exception; we weren't very familiar, and it was difficult to take things further.
Every time I looked at her, I would secretly touch my penis; she aroused me completely.
She was so beautiful, a rare beauty, making me afraid to approach her.
But I thought, she must have a vagina under her panties, and if I spread it open, it would be red and tender; she would definitely moan, and I could definitely hang my whole body on my penis.
So I devised a plan.
She often sat in a seat in her elective class, between the middle and the wall.
So, before class, I would sit in a seat next to her, and when she arrived, she would sit between me and the wall.
To be honest, I was very nervous. I didn't know if she could see through my ulterior motives. After all, beautiful women have encountered this kind of thing many times; she should have experience.
I wanted to leave, but I really couldn't bear to. I felt bad for my little brother, and I felt bad for letting me be a man and having the right to play with women.
I was determined not to leave, even though my heart was pounding.
After a while, she finally came. She had long, wavy, coffee-colored hair with bangs framing her face. She wore a white, tight-fitting tank top that accentuated her already large breasts, revealing her black bra straps. She wore a short blue denim skirt with trendy black stockings, perfectly covering her slender legs. A pair of open-toed high-heeled sandals were the perfect finishing touch.
When she saw me, she paused for a moment. I was a classmate, but we weren't close, and I was occupying her seat—the chair probably still smelled of her buttocks.
She looked around, preparing to choose another seat.
I jumped up and said, "You've been sitting here the whole time? I haven't been in class much and didn't know.
" She was a warm person: "It's okay, you sit down.
" I put my arm around her waist and said, "Why don't you sit inside? Let's chat.
" She generously stepped inside from beside me.
I thought, if she can get in from me, when will I be able to get in from her?
I kept trying to find topics to get closer, and she was very outgoing, quickly getting into my rhythm.
But time was running out, class was about to end, and although I had hooked her up, there was still a long road ahead. I didn't want to waste this opportunity for close contact.
I started to make my moves, first spreading my arms behind our backs, making it look like she was in my arms.
Then, under the guise of chatting, I gently patted her back.
After a few times, she got used to my little actions, and her natural wariness lessened considerably.
I then whispered to her to get closer, my hand naturally resting on her chest, followed by gentle caresses.
This beautiful girl, I had once masturbated with her picture, and finally I was touching her body.
Overwhelmed with joy, I felt slightly intoxicated, casting aside all the rules and pride of real life.
I tightened my embrace, almost kissing her.
She realized it too, letting out a soft "Ah!"
The sound, reaching my ears, conjured up an image of her shy moaning in bed.
I couldn't suppress my urges, holding her tighter and tighter, my hands moving upwards from her waist.
Stopping below her chest, I suddenly pulled her close and kissed the corner of her lips.
She was startled. I calmly said, "You're so beautiful. I've liked you for a long time.
" She rarely hesitated to say she already had a boyfriend.
This didn't bother me at all. A boyfriend can't lock you up! Such a beautiful face, a star-like figure—it's a waste to have one man keep you all to yourself! I said insincerely, "I can wait for you, and you can stop loving me, but my love is something you can't control, and even I can't control myself."
She looked at me, speechless for a moment, seemingly mixed with emotion.
I took her hand, and she didn't resist, perhaps not wanting to hurt me a second time.
She stopped looking at me, leaving her arm for me to caress.
I began to stroke her lower abdomen; her flat stomach, accentuated by her tight tank top, presented an alluring curve.
I continued to caress her, and she didn't resist.
Until I lifted her milky-white tank top, intending to directly taste her glistening skin, she stopped me, saying, "Don't do that."
I pulled my hand back, and at the same time, the hand holding her suddenly tightened, reaching upwards to grasp her breast.
Because of class, she couldn't resist too much, and could only shift the hand that had been blocking me to her breast, wanting to free her from my grasp.
My other hand then easily slipped inside her tank top, stroking her lower abdomen rapidly upwards, finding the black lace bra that had been stored in my mind for so long—just as I had imagined! She became a little anxious, afraid of being seen, and could only cling tightly to me, already leaning on my shoulder.
I had breached her outer garment, and now there was no obstacle; she seemed somewhat resigned to her fate.
The bra felt amazing. I kneaded and squeezed it for a minute before finally inserting my hand to savor the real, mature, and proud breasts of this girl I had been fantasizing about.
Her nipples were already erect. I pulled her close and inserted my other hand at the same time, kneading the soft, white breasts of this girl I had been fantasizing about with both hands.
Her soft breasts swayed constantly, and I couldn't wait to devour them all.
Under the cover of one arm, I unhooked the black lace bra, took off the straps, and tucked the two bra panels that clung tightly to her white breasts, allowing her to display her alluring peaks, into my underwear, letting my little brother share in her proud breasts.
Then, I unzipped her mini denim skirt. She began to resist but didn't dare to push too hard, half-heartedly giving in.
I slipped my hand inside her panties, and there was a thick patch of pubic hair. Finally, I reached the "vulva" part of this beautiful young woman. I found her vagina, the pink and tender opening I had imagined a woman would have. Without hesitation, I inserted two fingers. It was already soaking wet, and I could feel the moisture even on her panties.
Her breathing became heavier, and that familiar, faint "ah" sound gradually resurfaced. I became even more excited, thrusting in and out, exploring her G-spot. She was completely limp on top of me. I put her small hand inside my panties, letting it caress my erect penis, which was surrounded by her bra. She lay on top of me, her eyes closed, her tender hand gripping my penis and rubbing it up and down against my foreskin. It felt so good, this beautiful woman was serving me! She tried to stop several times, but I refused. She could only continue to caress my penis until I ejaculated my warm semen onto her hand. I still held her slender hand and my magnificent penis tightly together for five minutes before letting her go.

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