Teacher Girl 2

(II)
The
cautious Pan Jing filled in the delivery address as the nearest courier point, forged her name, and even used an old, unused phone number so her family wouldn't notice if she wasn't home. So, while she was still in class, the courier's call made her anxious. It had arrived; should she pick it up? Pan Jing kept thinking about this on her way home. Finally, she parked her car in front of a courier transfer station and signed for the light box. She knew what was inside.
Back in her car, she openly examined the square box wrapped in a gray plastic bag. The packaging said "napkins," without a detailed shipping address, but it was in her city.
When she got home, like a little girl receiving a love letter, she carefully took the package to her room. She locked the door and opened it. Inside was a transparent sealed bag containing a wad of blue silk.
Her heart pounded.
Her mother was still in the kitchen preparing dinner; the sounds of dishes coming through the door.
Should she open it? Or throw it away?
While pondering, a phone rang, startling Pan Jing. Without even looking, she answered.
"Hello?" A seductive female voice replied.
"Hello? Who is this?" Pan Jing asked impatiently.
"Ah? You're a woman?" came a surprised exclamation from the other end.
Pan Jing glanced at her phone; it was the number of the sock's owner. She broke out in a cold sweat and quickly hung up.
"What?!" Chen Miaoyi initially thought she had misremembered the number, but after checking her call history several times, it was correct. Could it be...? Curiosity drove her to dial the number again.
Pan Jing frantically covered the ringer with her hand. After hesitating for a moment, she hung up.
A short while later, a message arrived: "It's okay, I told you it's absolutely confidential. Girls have bought socks and even underwear from me before, what are you afraid of? I was just worried about sending the wrong ones, just confirming."
Pan Jing was stunned. So she wasn't the only one buying stockings from other women?
She replied: "Yes, that's right."
Chen Miaoyi was delighted. Haha, she'd managed to get the information out of her with a fabricated story. It really was a woman, and she sounded quite young. Could it be that her smelly stockings were so alluring that even a girl couldn't resist?
She'd seized the initiative, opening the WeChat account she used for communication, and said playfully, "You can only smell it after you open it. How can you bear to leave something so pretty in a bag?"
Pan Jing's closed heart had been opened. She unscrewed the plastic seal of the bag, held it to her nose, and gently inhaled. A faint smell of foot sweat and perfume mixed with the plastic smell of the sealed bag slowly entered her nostrils. The smell wasn't pungent, but it was still rather unpleasant. Pan Jing continued to hold the bag, placing her high nose inside, breathing in the emanating scent, as if she could still feel the warmth of the body.
"It smells pretty good, doesn't it? It absorbed three days' worth of my foot sweat." The female voice from the phone temporarily made Pan Jing stop breathing. She replied, "It smells awful." Of course, it was still via text. Although her mind was somewhat hazy, she still had at least some self-protective instincts.
"Haha, you still smell it? Actually, you really like it. I'll tell you a secret: the toe of the stocking smells even better. Don't be shy, put it in your mouth and taste it. Quick!" Miao Yi seemed to have found a new and interesting toy and began to manipulate it.
Pan Jing was as if under a spell, offering no resistance. She slowly unfolded the stockings and put the slightly stiff toe in her mouth, her tongue swirling around it. It was still a faint foot odor, only stronger than before, with a hint of saltiness on her taste buds.
"How does it taste? The sweat from my feet is priceless. You're lucky to have it." Miao Yi suppressed a laugh and said into her phone.
Pan Jing typed while gently rubbing the stockings with her tongue, as if she were washing someone's socks with her tongue. "It tastes salty." Although she replied like this, her mouth didn't stop moving.
"Hehe, sorry, I've been walking a lot these past few days, and my shoes aren't very breathable, so of course they smell a bit. Could you please clean my socks for me?" Miao Ru said proudly, looking at the earnest replies.
“Yes, Princess Tangtang.” Pan Jing completely let loose, treating this as a different kind of game.
“Hehe, calling me princess means you’re a maid, a lowly maid who likes to steal and lick the princess’s socks. What do you think your punishment should be?” Miao Yi continued to tease this new toy.
Pan Jing also got into character, replying quickly with one hand: “Punish me as your slave for life.”
“You’re already my maid, that’s not a punishment. Let me think… how about I punish you by not letting you eat, drink, or brush your teeth tonight, and making you sleep with my socks in your mouth, letting my foot fragrance accompany you to sleep. Hahaha. What do you think?”

Hearing the insults, Pan Jing lay on the bed, the sock completely inside her mouth, her right hand rhythmically fiddling with her genitals. She replied, "Yes, Your Highness, I will obey your every command." Just as she pressed send, she convulsed, reaching orgasm.
"Hmph, then I'll take you. Serve my socks well. We'll talk later, I have things to do." With that, Miao Yi turned off her phone, feeling incredibly satisfied, and went to the cafeteria for dinner, beaming.
Pan Jing was still enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm, even refusing her mother's call for dinner with a muffled voice. She still had the sock of a girl she didn't even recognize inside her mouth. She picked up her phone again, replaying the message over and over, her hand sliding down to her lower abdomen once more… Pan Jing opened her sleepy eyes; the multiple orgasms of the night had left her energized. She hadn't slept this soundly in a long time; it felt so good. Huh? Her mouth was filled with… her tongue pressed against the gauze fabric, and Pan Jing recalled the frenzy of the previous evening. She had obediently spent the entire night with a strange girl's stockings in her mouth, without even figuring out the girl's identity, occupation, or age. What if her family found out? A mix of fear and excitement washed over her. Pan Jing used her fingers to pinch the already soaked stockings in her mouth; they really looked like they had just been washed. Meanwhile, her mouth was dry, filled with the unpleasant smell of foot sweat and the stockings themselves.
Pan Jing frowned and brushed her teeth several times in the bathroom to lessen the odor.
Looking up at herself in the mirror, she saw a flushed face. She truly didn't know whether to laugh or cry
.

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/38998.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=38998&aspx=1

Previous Page : Ye Liangchen

Next Page : Teacher Girls 3

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

Teacher Girl 2

comment Open a new window to view comments