Using her body to obtain cheat answers

Midterm exams were almost over, and most students only had one or two subjects left to complete. During the third and fourth periods of the morning, Yu Hui's class was taking Civil Law. Wen Qiang sat in the back row, easily filling in his answers. He was very well-prepared for this subject; after Civil Law, the afternoon's General Psychology exam would only count as credits, and then all the exams for the week would be done. As he wrote, he planned to ask Xiao Zhu to go to the movies that evening, feeling extremely happy. His

happiness continued until he saw Cindy's thighs.

Cindy sat in the row next to him. Wenqiang noticed that she was subtly pulling up her short pleated skirt, the hem brushing against her smooth thighs. Cindy was tall with long, shapely legs, and Wenqiang could already see most of her beautiful legs. But Cindy kept pulling it up, and Wenqiang's heart began to race. His gaze was completely drawn to her. Finally, Cindy almost lifted the entire skirt, revealing densely packed small writing on the top of her thighs. Wenqiang couldn't see the writing clearly, but he could clearly see her two round, smooth legs and her light maroon underwear.

Cindy was copying as she looked, while Wenqiang was writing and reading at the same time. He wasn't unfamiliar with Cindy's thighs; she revealed much more when she wore a swimsuit. He hadn't expected to see her shapely lower body in this situation, and it was inevitable that he would have a normal male reaction.

Suddenly, Cindy turned her head and saw Wenqiang looking at her. She glared at him first, put her skirt back down, and then noticed that Wenqiang was writing his answers smoothly. She gestured for him to show her. Wenqiang glanced at the proctor in the distance and shook his head. Cindy playfully pinched the hem of her skirt with her fingers, leaned forward, lifted it up, and gave him a flirtatious look. Wenqiang swallowed hard. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Cindy reached out and snatched his answer sheet. Wenqiang didn't dare to stop her, but his heart was pounding with fear, worried about what would happen if the proctor came over.

Cindy wasn't going to let his exam paper go to waste. She lifted her skirt up to her thighs, giving Wenqiang a clear view of her bare legs and underwear. He was both amused and exasperated. Luckily, the proctor didn't come near him. Once Cindy was satisfied with what she had copied, she found an opportunity to toss it back to him, deliberately lifting her skirt completely to give him an even bigger view before carefully putting it back down and blowing him a kiss. Just then, the bell rang, and the students got up to hand in their papers. Cindy was caught in the chaos and left.

Wenqiang still had a few questions left on his answer sheet, and Cindy's disruption must have greatly affected his grades. Naturally, he was extremely annoyed and frustrated. As he left the classroom, he bumped into Yuhui and went to lunch with her. He only felt a little better after finishing the meal.

Wenqiang asked Yuhui what she was doing in the afternoon. Yuhui said she had arranged to go to the library with Abin. Seeing that he had no other plans, Wenqiang had no choice but to return to his rented room alone.

He had just climbed to the third floor when he ran into Cindy coming down. Cindy ran over and said, "Ha! Perfect timing, I was just looking for you!"

Wenqiang was still angry about not finishing his exam paper. Cindy, being quite worldly, saw his bad mood and clung to his arm, tickling him with an innocent look, saying, "Why are you so grumpy...why are you so grumpy..."

Wenqiang couldn't do anything about it. He took out his key and opened the door, asking, "What do you want?

" "I wanted to borrow your notes on general psychology. Have you finished reading them?" Cindy said, following Wenqiang into his room. "

I have, but...I still want to review." Wenqiang said.

"Ah! How about this, you lend them to me first...or I can study here, and I can ask you questions if I don't understand. I'll definitely return them before the exam, okay?"

Cindy suggested.

Wenqiang didn't say anything, took the notebook from his desk, handed it to Cindy, then grabbed a washbasin, opened the door, and left. Cindy knew Wenqiang was still unhappy, and she couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. A little while later, Wenqiang returned with a basin of water, closed the door, took off his outer clothes, and silently wrung out a towel to wipe his sweat; it was a bit hot today.

After wiping his front, Wenqiang was about to take off his underwear to wipe his back when he suddenly remembered Cindy was still in the room. A layer of resentment welled up in his heart, and he reluctantly put down the towel, only to have it taken by a hand. It was Cindy. She rubbed the towel in the water, wrung it out, stood behind Wenqiang, and began wiping his back while pulling up his underwear.

"Sister Cindy…" Wenqiang felt embarrassed instead.

Cindy carefully wiped him clean, then gestured for him to take off his underwear, which he obediently did. Cindy then wiped his chest, her hands, wrapped in a towel, caressing Wenqiang's muscles. Wenqiang naturally felt a little strange, and he murmured, "Sister Cindy..." Cindy finished

wiping him, put down the towel, looked up at him, and asked, "Are you still angry?"

Wenqiang shook his head; how could he possibly be angry anymore? Cindy smiled and lightly patted his chest, saying, "Good boy!" Cindy wrung out

the towel again and asked, "Can I use your towel?"

Wenqiang said yes, and Cindy sat down on a chair, lifted her skirt, and began wiping the writing on her thigh. Wenqiang wanted to stop her, but it was too late; he only thought to himself, "That's the towel I use to wipe my face..."

Cindy turned and saw him staring at her thigh, and said, "Didn't you get enough this morning?"

Wenqiang shook his head again, unsure whether he'd seen enough or not. Cindy, ever playful, pulled him over, offering a towel and saying, "Here, help me wipe."

Wenqiang thought he'd misheard. Cindy added, "Help me, it's hard for me to wipe like this."

Wenqiang squatted down dumbly. Cindy gently spread her legs, and Wenqiang saw her two plump thighs, with her fertile triangle between them. Although covered by her panties, it was even more alluring. Seeing his dazed expression, Cindy whispered, "Don't just look, help me wipe..."

Wenqiang picked up the towel and began trembling as he wiped her right leg. He was very careful, avoiding touching her skin, only using the towel to erase the writing on her leg, word by word. He wiped further and further inward, towards the groin. He was so meticulous, so gentle. Cindy unconsciously began to enjoy it, experiencing the satisfaction of her body being tenderly cared for.

Wenqiang, holding a towel, approached her private parts inch by inch, hesitating. Cindy, knowing his embarrassment, tucked her right leg in and propped it up on the chair. This made it easier for him to wipe, but it also revealed the full extent of Cindy's swollen vulva.

Because Wenqiang's hands were trembling, the towel didn't just wipe her thighs; sometimes it brushed against the edge of her panties, leaving damp marks on the fabric. Although the light maroon material was opaque, it still clung to her body, revealing the true shape of her mysterious mounds. Wenqiang couldn't help but stare at those plump mounds, especially the elastic band at the hem of her panties, which stretched them taut, as if tempting him to commit a crime. This made his hands tremble even more.

Wenqiang painstakingly cleaned Cindy's right leg, and Cindy then bent her left leg as well. Now, her vulva was fully revealed in its swollen shape, giving Wenqiang an even greater feast for the eyes. Cindy rested her elbows on her knees, holding a notebook and reading, letting Wenqiang read to his heart's content.

Facing Cindy's delicate thighs and full mons pubis, Wenqiang's heart pounded, and he could smell a faint, alluring feminine scent. This… this troublesome Cindy could actually be so captivating! His penis was already throbbing with erection. He

struggled to finally clean Cindy up. He looked up at her; she was only pretending with the notebook, her eyes closed, enjoying herself. "

All done… Sister Cindy…" he said.

"Ah… good girl, thank you." Cindy said, suddenly realizing, and kissed him on the forehead.

Wenqiang stood up, changed into slippers, and, shirtless, carried a basin of water out of the door. He poured the water into the communal sink, washed his feet, and returned to his room. He closed the door, saw Cindy studying intently at her desk, and climbed into bed. Since he was already prepared for this subject, he planned to take a nap.

He had just closed his eyes when he heard a rustling sound. He opened his eyes and saw that Cindy wasn't sitting in the chair, but instead curled up in the corner of his bed, reading from her notebook.

"Cindy, could you sit in the chair? I want to

sleep for a while," he said, trying to reason with her. "Go ahead and sleep, why are you bothering me?" Cindy replied.

Wenqiang had no choice but to try not to touch her. Cindy sat, but kept changing positions, sometimes hugging her knees, sometimes sitting cross-legged, making Wenqiang unable to resist peeking under her skirt, so he kept changing positions too, never settling down. "

What's wrong?" Cindy giggled. "Can't sleep?"

Wenqiang awkwardly forced a smile. Suddenly, Cindy dropped her notebook, crawled over, and knelt before him, staring at him with a smile but saying nothing. Embarrassed by her gaze, Wenqiang was about to say something to ease the tension when Cindy suddenly leaned over his chest and began scribbling on his chest with her fingers. This made Wenqiang's heart itch unbearably, and he reached out to hug her. But Cindy crawled back down, this time sitting upright on the bed. She lifted Wenqiang's legs, placing his knees on her thighs, picked up her notebook again, and began reading while kneading his thighs.

This time, Wenqiang was surprised by Cindy's gentleness. Her small hands deftly massaged and rubbed his legs, attending to every muscle. Wenqiang felt very comfortable, but when she touched his thighs, the comfort turned into a sore, tingling sensation, causing his whole body to tense up.

Cindy's hand gradually slid towards the sensitive area on his inner thigh. He looked at her uneasily, only to find that Cindy was also looking at him. Neither of them had any expression on their faces, their eyes searching for each other's true feelings.

Cindy forgot that her hand was still moving upwards, and soon she touched Wenqiang's throbbing erection. She let out a soft "ouch," but didn't pull her hand away. Instead, she used her fingers to explore the size and shape of Wenqiang's erection, making him even harder. For a moment, he didn't know what to say, and just stared blankly at Cindy. Cindy crawled closer, her palm still caressing his erection, and whispered in his ear, "Is it comfortable?"

How could he not be comfortable? Wenqiang nodded, and Cindy kissed his cheek, then gradually moved to his lips. He couldn't wait to kiss Cindy's lips back, and their tongues intertwined. They both noticed how full and agile each other's tongues were. They frequently touched tongue tips, rubbed tongue edges together, pressed tongue plates together, and finally took turns sucking each other's tongues into their mouths, as if they wanted to swallow them whole.

While kissing, Wenqiang's hands also embraced Cindy, his right hand kneading her buttocks. Cindy swayed her hips, both welcoming and resisting, her hands not idle either, unbuckling Wenqiang's belt, reaching into his underwear, grasping his penis, and gently squeezing it.

The long kiss finally ended. Cindy nestled against Wenqiang's chest and asked softly, "Do you still hate me?"

Wenqiang panted, "I...I don't hate you...

really?" Cindy said.

Wenqiang swore that he really didn't hate her. Cindy sat up, smiling at him, but her hands pulled down his pants, saying, "Let me check if you're telling the truth."

Wenqiang's penis stood erect, not long, but incredibly hard. Cindy rubbed it a few times with her hand, and Wenqiang painfully clenched his lower abdomen, a drop or two of pre-ejaculate leaking from his urethra. Cindy laughed again. "

Looks like you meant it... It's so hard...!" She rhythmically stroked it, saying, "Is this okay?" "

Of course," Wenqiang replied, worried she might not want to play anymore! Cindy obediently leaned against his stomach, her right hand tightly gripping his shaft, just enough to expose the glistening glans. She first squeezed it hard a few times, then slowly began to stroke it, making Wenqiang's penis even harder than before.

While Cindy was playing with him, Wenqiang's hands also became unruly; he slipped inside her pleated skirt, tracing the edge of her panties. Cindy's soft, elastic buttocks satisfied his groin desires, especially her shapely figure; her small, round buttocks were very attractive. He kept kneading them, making Cindy moan softly, which must have felt incredibly good.

Cindy's right hand gripped Wenqiang's not-so-long penis and moved it up and down. Her left hand, which had been supporting Wenqiang's body, now bent over to help. She used her index finger to spread the fluid on Wenqiang's glans. Wenqiang's penis was being beautifully stroked, and his glans was being teased by her finger, making it feel incredibly tingly. He couldn't help but let out a soft "oh..." Cindy heard him, turned around, and smiled charmingly at him. He suddenly realized that Cindy had bright eyes and white teeth, radiating a healthy aura; she was indeed a beauty. His previous prejudices against her vanished instantly.

Wenqiang's fingers, slightly uneasy, touched Cindy's damp mound through her panties. He caressed it affectionately, constantly fiddling and probing, causing Cindy's buttocks to wriggle restlessly, naturally making her panties even wetter. After touching the outside enough, Wenqiang spread his index and middle fingers and slipped them inside her panties, pressing them directly against Cindy's vulva. Cindy's eyes were tightly closed, and she let out a long, turbid breath, followed by a shiver. Wenqiang knew she was enjoying it, so he slid and rubbed along her vulva up and down. Cindy sighed softly, her hands not slacking off, but helping Wenqiang masturbate even faster.

Wenqiang simply pulled Cindy's panties up to her thighs and gently penetrated her labia. Cindy trembled even more. Wenqiang found Cindy's clitoris and circled it with his middle finger, causing Cindy to moan softly. Wenqiang mischievously pinched and twisted it with two fingers, making Cindy moan even more. Then he withdrew his middle finger, parted her labia, and slowly inserted it into her vagina. Cindy didn't even dare to breathe, her brows furrowed, waiting for him to penetrate. Finally, Wenqiang inserted it all the way in, his entire middle finger enveloped by Cindy's slippery and hot vaginal flesh. Cindy exhaled with satisfaction, but Wenqiang began to move.

Wenqiang's middle finger, using Cindy's sticky, wet vaginal fluid, slowly withdrew, creating a physical emptiness in Cindy. Then, he suddenly thrust it in heavily, instantly giving Cindy a full and satisfying feeling. This back-and-forth motion made Cindy happily sway her hips in response. As Wenqiang's middle finger thrust in, the base of his index finger also relentlessly rubbed against Cindy's clitoris, causing Cindy to involuntarily let out short, sharp cries in rhythm with Wenqiang, while simultaneously gushing out waves of vaginal fluid.

Although Cindy was thoroughly enjoying herself, she didn't forget to service Wenqiang. She no longer used her entire hand to grasp his penis, but instead used her index, middle, and thumb to hold it firmly. This increased the pressure on Wenqiang even more than before, causing blood to flow in but not out, making the glans swell even larger and shinier. Cindy brought her mouth close, sticking out her tongue and teasing the urethral opening. Wenqiang was driven to climax by her, his scrotum contracted rapidly, his penis trembled, and he ejaculated.

Thick streams of semen gushed out, the white streaks flowing down Cindy's forehead, nose, and lips, forming a continuous stream. Cindy released him, opened her mouth, and took him in completely, sucking hard. Wenqiang, reaching the peak of pleasure, stopped his finger movements, closing his eyes to enjoy the sensation.

Cindy, having finished him off, turned and teased him, saying, "Little brother…you're useless…"

Upon hearing this, Wenqiang immediately resumed his thrusting. Cindy's smiling expression froze, her delicate brows furrowing in anguish, her teeth clenched, and she murmured...

"Make a sound." Wenqiang continued to penetrate her with his hand while getting up and making Cindy kneel on the bed. He then squatted behind her. Cindy knew what he was going to do but couldn't speak, letting Wenqiang do as he pleased.

Although Wenqiang couldn't hold on for long, he recovered quickly. When he pressed the head of his penis against Cindy's labia, even Cindy was surprised and said, "You...you're not soft..."

Wenqiang didn't answer her. He thrust his hips and pressed down, and his penis went all the way in. Cindy cried out. Wenqiang asked resentfully, "Is it working...is it working...?"

Wenqiang knew his penis wasn't long, so he used the rear-entry position to penetrate deeper. Sure enough, Cindy started moaning, saying lasciviously, "

Ah...ah...good Wenqiang...ah...you're working. Ah...working...oh...you're so hard...ah...so powerful...ah." Ah…

Wenqiang thrust forward forcefully, and Cindy's whole body swayed, her head sometimes lowered and sometimes raised, her expression constantly changing. She arched her buttocks high and lowered her waist to allow Wenqiang to penetrate deeper; her posture was as lewd as could be. Wenqiang felt her vagina contracting repeatedly, squeezing him with intense pleasure, so he thrust even harder. Cindy then grabbed Wenqiang's pillow, hugged it to her chest, and moaned intermittently:

Oh… good Wenqiang… ah… so good… ah… sister is so beautiful… ah… yes… yes… Wenqiang is so good at it… ah… yes… insert it there. Ah…ah…it feels so good…

Cindy had experienced Ah Bin’s penis before, and her boyfriend’s penis was even bigger, so she didn’t take Wenqiang seriously at first. Unexpectedly, Wenqiang was full of energy, and because his penis was short, he sped up his thrusting, making her vaginal muscles rub against her until they were both itchy and numb, bringing her wave after wave of pleasure. She rested her head on the pillow, her hands reaching back to hold onto Wenqiang’s thighs, so that she could also lean back to meet him, and cried out:

Ah…Wenqiang…harder…ah…faster…faster…ah…I’m going to come…ah…kiss Wenqiang…ah…I’m going to die…ah…ah…love me more…mmm…mmm…it feels so good…ah…ah…I’m going to die…ah…ah…

Wenqiang’s two hands gripped Cindy tightly. Her small, delicate buttocks pressed against him relentlessly, allowing him to penetrate her deeper and enjoy her elastic body even more.

Oh…oh…good Wenqiang…I…I really…ah…almost there…ah…ah…so good…

Wenqiang felt her vagina tightening incessantly, she was really close to orgasm, so he suddenly flipped her over, lifted one of her legs and placed it on his shoulder, making her legs spread wide, opening her vagina completely. He then thrust in and out with great force, and Cindy immediately reached her climax.

Ah…ah…good little brother…I’m coming…ah…ah…oh my god…ah…ah…

Cindy convulsed in waves, squeezing Wenqiang so tightly that he felt incredibly uncomfortable, and he felt he was about to finish too. He quickly lowered Cindy’s legs, then switched to a normal embracing position, his buttocks swaying rapidly, holding Cindy so tightly she couldn’t breathe.

Cindy asked: Little brother…are you going to cum too…?

Wenqiang didn't answer, but kissed her lips. They passionately sucked on each other's lips. Cindy wrapped her legs around his waist, hooking him tightly in a passionate embrace. Wenqiang thrust fiercely, and she clung to him tightly, almost leaping into the air. Cindy's nails dug deeply into his back. Wenqiang felt a sharp pain, a jolt of fear, and finally, his whole body trembled. He stopped his frenzied thrusting, turning into intermittent, shuddering pumps, ejaculating deep inside Cindy.

Wenqiang lay limply on top of Cindy. They embraced contentedly, kissing each other's faces and carefully examining each other's features. Cindy laughed and said, "How did we end up like this?"

Wenqiang said, "I don't know either. You seduced me, didn't you?" "

Who seduced you?" Cindy pouted, "Get up! I want to study!"

Wenqiang quickly apologized, saying he was just joking.

Cindy kissed him and laughed again, "I really want to study!"

Wenqiang had no choice but to let her up. Cindy sat up straight, and Wenqiang, lying down, placed his legs back on her thighs. She picked up Wenqiang's notebook, looking for the part he had just read. "

So much..." Cindy complained. "How can I finish reading it all?

Memorize it!" Wenqiang said.

"It's precisely because I have to memorize that I hate it..." Cindy said, "Hey, lend me a pen."

Wenqiang reached for a ballpoint pen on the desk and handed it to her. Cindy took it, and after lying down for a while without hearing her move, Wenqiang bent down and looked, saying, "Wow, you're copying again..." It turned out that Cindy was writing on her thighs again. "

You...you shouldn't look," Cindy said reproachfully.

"No, I have to look." Wenqiang turned over and bent down onto her thighs. "

Where are you looking?" Cindy asked.

"Hmm...?" Wenqiang didn't dare to answer. "

Help me copy some," Cindy said. "

How?" Wenqiang became suspicious; how would Cindy see it if he copied it in that direction? "

Not there!" Cindy said.

She unbuttoned her shirt, and Wenqiang realized that they had been intimate for a while but hadn't seen her breasts yet. Cindy said, "It's all your fault, you've wrinkled my clothes."

Luckily, Cindy was wearing a plaid shirt, so the wrinkles weren't very noticeable. She took off her shirt, revealing a matching maroon half-cup bra underneath. She pointed to her breasts and said, "Write here..."

Wenqiang looked at her breasts, still unsure where to begin. Cindy patted the bed and said, "Sit up."

Wenqiang sat up as she instructed, and Cindy followed, sitting in his lap. Wenqiang suddenly understood, cupping the base of her left breast with his left hand and pointing at her breast with his right hand, asking, "Like this?" "

That's it!" Cindy giggled, "You know where the important points of the lesson are, you pick and choose for me to copy."

Wenqiang never dreamed he'd be helping a girl cheat like this. He meticulously filled in the key points of his notes on Cindy's slightly bronzed breasts, while his left hand casually groped them. After finishing the left breast, he moved on to the right, while Cindy was busy rubbing her thighs.

As he wrote, Cindy said, "You're doing something weird..."

It turned out Wenqiang's penis had become erect again, pressing against Cindy's lower back. Cindy warned, "No... you'll smudge the writing on my body." "

I didn't say what I was going to do!" Wenqiang protested, feeling wronged. "

Of course I know what you're going to do!" Cindy said.

"Then..." Wenqiang pulled her down onto the bed: "I'm going to do it...

No..."

The two wrestled, Wenqiang trying desperately to pin Cindy down, but Cindy was quite strong. He couldn't push her away and ended up with Cindy on top of him. "

Don't move!" Cindy commanded.

Wenqiang raised his hands in a submissive gesture. Cindy pointed at him, her buttocks gradually moving back until they touched his erect penis. Cindy lifted her buttocks, using her muscles to align them, then slowly sat down, squinting her eyes, her small mouth slightly open, exhaling sweet breath, finally completely swallowing Wenqiang.

She squatted on Wenqiang like a frog, then began to wiggle her buttocks. Wenqiang tried to thrust upwards, but she stopped him. She stubbornly used her entire body to envelop Wenqiang's penis. Wenqiang looked at the beautiful expression on her face, enjoying the ease and pleasure. Cindy sat down harder and harder, beginning to moan. "

Ugh...ugh...mmm...mmm..."

She'd done a couple hundred strokes, feeling a bit overwhelmed. She wanted to lean on Wenqiang, but then remembered the cheat sheet on her breast, so she quickly braced herself with her hands. Seeing the writing was still intact, she smiled and shook her head at Wenqiang, indicating she was too weak.

Now it was Wenqiang's turn. He bent his legs to make it easier to thrust, and began to pump upwards, simultaneously pulling off Cindy's bra. For the first time, he saw Cindy's breasts completely. They were a perfect size, just the right size to hold in one hand, the areolas a light color, almost indistinguishable from her healthy skin. Wenqiang took one nipple into his mouth, then began to thrust repeatedly, making Cindy moan.

Wenqiang finished one nipple and moved on to the other. Cindy, with a bewildered smile, gasped, "Ah…so good…"

Just then, her wristwatch beeped, and she exclaimed, "Oh no, exam time's up!"

It turned out her watch was set to remind her ten minutes before the exam, and she became nervous. But Wenqiang was still in a rage and wouldn't let her get off, so he just kept thrusting upwards. Perhaps due to the time pressure, their anxious feelings triggered their physiological reflexes. Soon, Wenqiang couldn't hold back any longer; he thrust faster, and Cindy followed suit, her vaginal muscles contracting sharply. They both called each other's names simultaneously, trembling, and climaxing at the same time.

Cindy slumped onto him, laughing and scolding, "If I fail this exam, I'll hold you responsible."

Wenqiang told her to get up first, then he got up too, and they each found their scattered clothes and put them on. Cindy even pulled down her collar, looking down and murmuring the words written on her nipples: "Psychological reasons…accident…physiological…psychological…"

She looked up, smiling, and asked Wenqiang, "Hey, what's the reason?"

Wenqiang gently tapped her head with his knuckles, opened the door, and led her out. As they went downstairs, he could hear Cindy reading aloud: "...Um...a sudden thrill...right...that's it...right...right...right...?" "

Yes! Yes!" Wenqiang said.

The midterm exams were almost over, and most people only had one or two subjects left. In the third and fourth periods of the morning, Yuhui's class was taking the Civil Law exam. Wenqiang sat in the back of the classroom, easily filling in the answers. He was well-prepared for this subject. After the Civil Law exam, the General Psychology exam in the afternoon would only count as credits, and then all the exams for the week would be done. As he wrote, he planned to ask Xiaozhu to go to the movies that night, feeling extremely happy.

He was happy until he saw Cindy's thighs.

Cindy sat in the row next to him. Wenqiang noticed that she was subtly pulling up her short pleated skirt, the hem brushing against her smooth thighs. Cindy was tall with long, shapely legs, and Wenqiang could already see most of her beautiful legs. But Cindy kept pulling it up, and Wenqiang's heart began to race. His gaze was completely drawn to her. Finally, Cindy almost lifted the entire skirt, revealing densely packed small writing on the top of her thighs. Wenqiang couldn't see the writing clearly, but he could clearly see her two round, smooth legs and her light maroon underwear.

Cindy was copying as she looked, while Wenqiang was writing and reading at the same time. He wasn't unfamiliar with Cindy's thighs; she revealed much more when she wore a swimsuit. He hadn't expected to see her shapely lower body in this situation, and it was inevitable that he would have a normal male reaction.

Suddenly, Cindy turned her head and saw Wenqiang looking at her. She glared at him first, put her skirt back down, and then noticed that Wenqiang was writing his answers smoothly. She gestured for him to show her. Wenqiang glanced at the proctor in the distance and shook his head. Cindy playfully pinched the hem of her skirt with her fingers, leaned forward, lifted it up, and gave him a flirtatious look. Wenqiang swallowed hard. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Cindy reached out and snatched his answer sheet. Wenqiang didn't dare to stop her, but his heart was pounding with fear, worried about what would happen if the proctor came over.

Cindy wasn't going to let his exam paper go to waste. She lifted her skirt up to her thighs, giving Wenqiang a clear view of her bare legs and underwear. He was both amused and exasperated. Luckily, the proctor didn't come near him. Once Cindy was satisfied with what she had copied, she found an opportunity to toss it back to him, deliberately lifting her skirt completely to give him an even bigger view before carefully putting it back down and blowing him a kiss. Just then, the bell rang, and the students got up to hand in their papers. Cindy was caught in the chaos and left.

Wenqiang still had a few questions left on his answer sheet, and Cindy's disruption must have greatly affected his grades. Naturally, he was extremely annoyed and frustrated. As he left the classroom, he bumped into Yuhui and went to lunch with her. He only felt a little better after finishing the meal.

Wenqiang asked Yuhui what she was doing in the afternoon. Yuhui said she had arranged to go to the library with Abin. Seeing that he had no other plans, Wenqiang had no choice but to return to his rented room alone.

He had just climbed to the third floor when he ran into Cindy coming down. Cindy ran over and said, "Ha! Perfect timing, I was just looking for you!"

Wenqiang was still angry about not finishing his exam paper. Cindy, being quite worldly, saw his bad mood and clung to his arm, tickling him with an innocent look, saying, "Why are you so grumpy...why are you so grumpy..."

Wenqiang couldn't do anything about it. He took out his key and opened the door, asking, "What do you want?

" "I wanted to borrow your notes on general psychology. Have you finished reading them?" Cindy said, following Wenqiang into his room. "

I have, but...I still want to review." Wenqiang said.

"Ah! How about this, you lend them to me first...or I can study here, and I can ask you questions if I don't understand. I'll definitely return them before the exam, okay?"

Cindy suggested.

Wenqiang didn't say anything, took the notebook from his desk, handed it to Cindy, then grabbed a washbasin, opened the door, and left. Cindy knew Wenqiang was still unhappy, and she couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. A little while later, Wenqiang returned with a basin of water, closed the door, took off his outer clothes, and silently wrung out a towel to wipe his sweat; it was a bit hot today.

After wiping his front, Wenqiang was about to take off his underwear to wipe his back when he suddenly remembered Cindy was still in the room. A layer of resentment welled up in his heart, and he reluctantly put down the towel, only to have it taken by a hand. It was Cindy. She rubbed the towel in the water, wrung it out, stood behind Wenqiang, and began wiping his back while pulling up his underwear.

"Sister Cindy…" Wenqiang felt embarrassed instead.

Cindy carefully wiped him clean, then gestured for him to take off his underwear, which he obediently did. Cindy then wiped his chest, her hands, wrapped in a towel, caressing Wenqiang's muscles. Wenqiang naturally felt a little strange, and he murmured, "Sister Cindy..." Cindy finished

wiping him, put down the towel, looked up at him, and asked, "Are you still angry?"

Wenqiang shook his head; how could he possibly be angry anymore? Cindy smiled and lightly patted his chest, saying, "Good boy!" Cindy wrung out

the towel again and asked, "Can I use your towel?"

Wenqiang said yes, and Cindy sat down on a chair, lifted her skirt, and began wiping the writing on her thigh. Wenqiang wanted to stop her, but it was too late; he only thought to himself, "That's the towel I use to wipe my face..."

Cindy turned and saw him staring at her thigh, and said, "Didn't you get enough this morning?"

Wenqiang shook his head again, unsure whether he'd seen enough or not. Cindy, ever playful, pulled him over, handed him a towel, and said, "Here, help me dry off."

Wenqiang thought he'd misheard. Cindy added, "Help me, it's hard for me to dry off like this.

" Wenqiang squatted down dumbly. Cindy gently spread her legs, and Wenqiang saw her two plump thighs, with her fertile triangle between them. Although covered by her panties, it was even more alluring. Seeing his stunned expression, Cindy whispered, "Don't just stare, help me dry off..."

Wenqiang picked up a towel and gently wiped her right leg. He was very careful to avoid touching her skin, and simply used the towel to erase the writing on her leg word by word. He wiped further and further inward, towards the groin. He was so careful and gentle that Cindy unconsciously began to enjoy it, experiencing the satisfaction of her body being tenderly cared for.

Wenqiang, holding a towel, approached her private parts inch by inch, hesitating. Cindy, knowing his embarrassment, tucked her right leg in and propped it up on the chair. This made it easier for him to wipe, but it also revealed the full extent of Cindy's swollen vulva.

Because Wenqiang's hands were trembling, the towel didn't just wipe her thighs; sometimes it brushed against the edge of her panties, leaving damp marks on the fabric. Although the light maroon material was opaque, it still clung to her body, revealing the true shape of her mysterious mounds. Wenqiang couldn't help but stare at those plump mounds, especially the elastic band at the hem of her panties, which stretched them taut, as if tempting him to commit a crime. This made his hands tremble even more.

Wenqiang painstakingly cleaned Cindy's right leg, and Cindy then bent her left leg as well. Now, her vulva was fully revealed in its swollen shape, giving Wenqiang an even greater feast for the eyes. Cindy rested her elbows on her knees, holding a notebook and reading, letting Wenqiang read to his heart's content.

Facing Cindy's delicate thighs and full mons pubis, Wenqiang's heart pounded, and he could smell a faint, alluring feminine scent. This… this troublesome Cindy could actually be so captivating. His penis was already painfully hard. He

struggled to finally clean Cindy up. He looked up at her; she was only pretending with the notebook, her eyes closed, enjoying herself. "

All done… Sister Cindy…" he said.

"Ah… good girl, thank you." Cindy said, suddenly realizing, and kissed him on the forehead.

Wenqiang stood up, changed into slippers, and, shirtless, carried a basin of water out of the door, poured the water into the communal sink, washed his feet, and then returned to his room. He closed the door and watched Cindy intently studying at her desk. He climbed into bed, intending to take a nap since he was already prepared for the subject.

He had just closed his eyes when he heard a rustling sound. Opening his eyes, he saw Cindy wasn't sitting in the chair, but rather curled up in the corner of his bed, reading from her notebook.

"Cindy, could you sit in the chair? I want to sleep for a while," he said, trying

to reason with her. "Go ahead and sleep, why are you bothering me?" Cindy replied.

Wenqiang had no choice but to try to avoid her. Cindy sat, but constantly shifted her posture, sometimes hugging her knees, sometimes sitting cross-legged, making Wenqiang unable to resist peeking under her skirt. He, too, kept changing positions, never settling down. "

What's wrong?" Cindy giggled. "Can't sleep?"

Wenqiang awkwardly forced a smile. Suddenly, Cindy dropped her notebook, crawled over, and knelt before him, staring at him with a smile but saying nothing. Embarrassed by her gaze, Wenqiang was about to say something to ease the tension when Cindy suddenly leaned over his chest and began scribbling on his chest with her fingers. This made Wenqiang's heart itch unbearably, and he reached out to hug her. But Cindy crawled back down, this time sitting upright on the bed. She lifted Wenqiang's legs, placing his knees on her thighs, picked up her notebook again, and began reading while kneading his thighs.

This time, Wenqiang was surprised by Cindy's gentleness. Her small hands deftly massaged and rubbed his legs, attending to every muscle. Wenqiang felt very comfortable, but when she touched his thighs, the comfort turned into a sore, tingling sensation, causing his whole body to tense up.

Cindy's hand gradually slid towards the sensitive area on his inner thigh. He looked at her uneasily, only to find that Cindy was also looking at him. Neither of them had any expression on their faces, their eyes searching for each other's true feelings.

Cindy forgot that her hand was still moving upwards, and soon she touched Wenqiang's throbbing erection. She let out a soft "ouch," but didn't pull her hand away. Instead, she used her fingers to explore the size and shape of Wenqiang's erection, making him even harder. For a moment, he didn't know what to say, and just stared blankly at Cindy. Cindy crawled closer, her palm still caressing his erection, and whispered in his ear, "Is it comfortable?"

How could he not be comfortable? Wenqiang nodded, and Cindy kissed his cheek, then gradually moved to his lips. He couldn't wait to kiss Cindy's lips back, and their tongues intertwined. They both noticed how full and agile each other's tongues were. They frequently touched tongue tips, rubbed tongue edges together, pressed tongue plates together, and finally took turns sucking each other's tongues into their mouths, as if they wanted to swallow them whole.

While kissing, Wenqiang's hands also embraced Cindy, his right hand kneading her buttocks. Cindy swayed her hips, both welcoming and resisting, her hands not idle either, unbuckling Wenqiang's belt, reaching into his underwear, grasping his penis, and gently squeezing it.

The long kiss finally ended. Cindy nestled against Wenqiang's chest and asked softly, "Do you still hate me?"

Wenqiang panted, "I...I don't hate you...

really?" Cindy said.

Wenqiang swore that he really didn't hate her. Cindy sat up, smiling at him, but her hands pulled down his pants, saying, "Let me check if you're telling the truth."

Wenqiang's penis stood erect, not long, but incredibly hard. Cindy rubbed it a few times with her hand, and Wenqiang painfully clenched his lower abdomen, a drop or two of pre-ejaculate leaking from his urethra. Cindy laughed again. "

Looks like you meant it... It's so hard...!" She rhythmically stroked it, saying, "Is this okay?" "

Of course," Wenqiang replied, worried she might not want to play anymore! Cindy obediently leaned against his stomach, her right hand tightly gripping his shaft, just enough to expose the glistening glans. She first squeezed it hard a few times, then slowly began to stroke it, making Wenqiang's penis even harder than before.

While Cindy was playing with him, Wenqiang's hands also became unruly; he slipped inside her pleated skirt, tracing the edge of her panties. Cindy's soft, elastic buttocks satisfied his groin desires, especially her shapely figure; her small, round buttocks were very attractive. He kept kneading them, making Cindy moan softly, which must have felt incredibly good.

Cindy's right hand gripped Wenqiang's not-so-long penis and moved it up and down. Her left hand, which had been supporting Wenqiang's body, now bent over to help. She used her index finger to spread the fluid on Wenqiang's glans. Wenqiang's penis was being beautifully stroked, and his glans was being teased by her finger, making it feel incredibly tingly. He couldn't help but let out a soft "oh..." Cindy heard him, turned around, and smiled charmingly at him. He suddenly realized that Cindy had bright eyes and white teeth, radiating a healthy aura; she was indeed a beauty. His previous prejudices against her vanished instantly.

Wenqiang's fingers, slightly uneasy, touched Cindy's damp mound through her panties. He caressed it affectionately, constantly fiddling and probing, causing Cindy's buttocks to wriggle restlessly, naturally making her panties even wetter. After touching the outside enough, Wenqiang spread his index and middle fingers and slipped them inside her panties, pressing them directly against Cindy's vulva. Cindy's eyes were tightly closed, and she let out a long, turbid breath, followed by a shiver. Wenqiang knew she was enjoying it, so he slid and rubbed along her vulva up and down. Cindy sighed softly, her hands not slacking off, but helping Wenqiang masturbate even faster.

Wenqiang simply pulled Cindy's panties up to her thighs and gently penetrated her labia. Cindy trembled even more. Wenqiang found Cindy's clitoris and circled it with his middle finger, causing Cindy to moan softly. Wenqiang mischievously pinched and twisted it with two fingers, making Cindy moan even more. Then he withdrew his middle finger, parted her labia, and slowly inserted it into her vagina. Cindy didn't even dare to breathe, her brows furrowed, waiting for him to penetrate. Finally, Wenqiang inserted it all the way in, his entire middle finger enveloped by Cindy's slippery and hot vaginal flesh. Cindy exhaled with satisfaction, but Wenqiang began to move.

Wenqiang's middle finger, using Cindy's sticky, wet vaginal fluid, slowly withdrew, creating a physical emptiness in Cindy. Then, he suddenly thrust it in heavily, instantly giving Cindy a full and satisfying feeling. This back-and-forth motion made Cindy happily sway her hips in response. As Wenqiang's middle finger thrust in, the base of his index finger also relentlessly rubbed against Cindy's clitoris, causing Cindy to involuntarily let out short, sharp cries in rhythm with Wenqiang, while simultaneously gushing out waves of vaginal fluid.

Although Cindy was thoroughly enjoying herself, she didn't forget to service Wenqiang. She no longer used her entire hand to grasp his penis, but instead used her index, middle, and thumb to hold it firmly. This increased the pressure on Wenqiang even more than before, causing blood to flow in but not out, making the glans swell even larger and shinier. Cindy brought her mouth close, sticking out her tongue and teasing the urethral opening. Wenqiang was driven to climax by her, his scrotum contracted rapidly, his penis trembled, and he ejaculated.

Thick streams of semen gushed out, the white trail running down Cindy's forehead, nose, and lips, forming a continuous stream. Cindy released him, opened her mouth, and took him in completely, sucking hard. Wenqiang, reaching the peak of pleasure, stopped his finger movements, closing his eyes to enjoy the sensation.

Cindy, having finished him off, turned back and teased him, saying, "Little brother... useless, huh..."

Upon hearing this, Wenqiang immediately resumed his thrusting. Cindy's smiling expression froze instantly, her delicate brows furrowing in anguish, her teeth clenched, and she

let out a soft moan. Wenqiang continued thrusting into her with his hand while getting up, making Cindy kneel on the bed, and then squatting behind her. Cindy knew what he was going to do, but couldn't speak, letting Wenqiang do as he pleased.

Although Wenqiang couldn't hold on for long, he recovered quickly. When he pressed the head of his penis against Cindy's labia, even Cindy was surprised, saying, "You...you're not soft..."

Wenqiang didn't answer her, but thrust his hips forward, his penis disappearing completely. Cindy cried out, and Wenqiang asked resentfully, "Is it working...is it working...?"

Knowing his penis wasn't long, Wenqiang used the rear-entry position to penetrate deeper. Sure enough, Cindy began to moan lasciviously, saying, "

Ah...ah...good Wenqiang...ah...you're working. Ah...working...oh...you're so hard...ah...so powerful...ah. Ah..."

Wenqiang thrust forward forcefully, and Cindy's whole body swayed, sometimes looking down, sometimes looking up, her expression constantly changing. Her buttocks were raised high, her waist lowered, trying to allow Wenqiang to penetrate even deeper. The position was as lewd as could be. Wenqiang felt her vagina still contracting repeatedly, squeezing him so tightly that he felt both pleasure and satisfaction. He thrust in and out even more vigorously. Cindy then grabbed Wenqiang's pillow, hugged it to her chest, and hummed intermittently:

"Oh... good Wenqiang... ah... so good... ah... sister is so beautiful... ah... yes... yes... Wenqiang is so good at it... ah... yes... insert it there." Ah…ah…it feels so good…

Cindy had experienced Ah Bin’s penis before, and her boyfriend’s penis was even bigger, so she didn’t take Wenqiang seriously at first. Unexpectedly, Wenqiang was full of energy, and because his penis was short, he sped up his thrusting, making her vaginal muscles rub against her until they were both itchy and numb, bringing her wave after wave of pleasure. She rested her head on the pillow, her hands reaching back to hold onto Wenqiang’s thighs, so that she could also lean back to meet him, and cried out:

Ah…Wenqiang…harder…ah…faster…faster…ah…I’m going to come…ah…kiss Wenqiang…ah…I’m going to die…ah…ah…love me more…mmm…mmm…it feels so good…ah…ah…I’m going to die…ah…ah…

Wenqiang’s two hands gripped Cindy tightly. Her small, delicate buttocks pressed against him relentlessly, allowing him to penetrate her deeper and enjoy her elastic body even more.

Oh…oh…good Wenqiang…I…I really…ah…almost there…ah…ah…so good…

Wenqiang felt her vagina tightening incessantly, she was really close to orgasm, so he suddenly flipped her over, lifted one of her legs and placed it on his shoulder, making her legs spread wide, opening her vagina completely. He then thrust in and out with great force, and Cindy immediately reached her climax.

Ah…ah…good little brother…I’m coming…ah…ah…oh my god…ah…ah…

Cindy convulsed in waves, squeezing Wenqiang so tightly that he felt incredibly uncomfortable, and he felt he was about to finish too. He quickly lowered Cindy’s legs, then switched to a normal embracing position, his buttocks swaying rapidly, holding Cindy so tightly she couldn’t breathe.

Cindy asked: Little brother…are you going to cum too…?

Wenqiang didn't answer, but kissed her lips. They passionately sucked on each other's lips. Cindy wrapped her legs around his waist, hooking him tightly in a passionate embrace. Wenqiang thrust fiercely, and she clung to him tightly, almost leaping into the air. Cindy's nails dug deeply into his back. Wenqiang felt a sharp pain, a jolt of fear, and finally, his whole body trembled. He stopped his frenzied thrusting, turning into intermittent, shuddering pumps, ejaculating deep inside Cindy.

Wenqiang lay limply on top of Cindy. They embraced contentedly, kissing each other's faces and carefully examining each other's features. Cindy laughed and said, "How did we end up like this?"

Wenqiang said, "I don't know either. You seduced me, didn't you?" "

Who seduced you?" Cindy pouted, "Get up! I want to study!"

Wenqiang quickly apologized, saying he was just joking.

Cindy kissed him and laughed again, "I really want to study!"

Wenqiang had no choice but to let her up. Cindy sat up straight, and Wenqiang, lying down, placed his legs back on her thighs. She picked up Wenqiang's notebook, looking for the part he had just read. "

So much..." Cindy complained. "How can I finish reading it all?

Memorize it!" Wenqiang said.

"It's precisely because I have to memorize that I hate it..." Cindy said, "Hey, lend me a pen."

Wenqiang reached for a ballpoint pen on the desk and handed it to her. Cindy took it, and after lying down for a while without hearing her move, Wenqiang bent down and looked, saying, "Wow, you're copying again..." It turned out that Cindy was writing on her thighs again. "

You...you shouldn't look," Cindy said reproachfully.

"No, I have to look." Wenqiang turned over and bent down onto her thighs. "

Where are you looking?" Cindy asked.

"Hmm...?" Wenqiang didn't dare to answer. "

Help me copy some," Cindy said. "

How?" Wenqiang became suspicious; how would Cindy see it if he copied it in that direction? "

Not there!" Cindy said.

She unbuttoned her shirt, and Wenqiang realized that they had been intimate for a while but hadn't seen her breasts yet. Cindy said, "It's all your fault, you've wrinkled my clothes."

Luckily, Cindy was wearing a plaid shirt, so the wrinkles weren't very noticeable. She took off her shirt, revealing a matching maroon demi-cup bra underneath. She pointed to her breasts and said, "Write here..."

Wenqiang looked at her breasts, still unsure where to begin. Cindy patted the bed and said, "Sit up."

Following her instructions, Wenqiang sat up, and Cindy followed, sitting in his lap. Wenqiang suddenly understood, cupping the base of her left breast with his left hand and pointing at it with his right, asking, "Like this?

" "That's right!" Cindy giggled. "You know where the key points of the lesson are; you pick and choose for me to copy.

" Wenqiang never dreamed he'd be helping a girl cheat like this. He carefully filled in the key points of his notes on Cindy's slightly bronzed breasts, of course, taking the opportunity to rub them with his left hand. After finishing the left breast, he moved on to the right, while Cindy busied herself copying her own thighs.

As he wrote, Cindy said, "You're doing something weird..."

It turned out Wenqiang's penis had become erect again, pressing against Cindy's lower back. Cindy warned, "No...it'll smudge the writing on my body." "

I didn't say anything!" Wenqiang protested, aggrieved. "

Of course I know what you're trying to do!" Cindy said. "

Then..." Wenqiang pulled her down onto the bed: "I'm going to do it...

No...!"

The two wrestled, Wenqiang trying desperately to pin Cindy down, but Cindy was surprisingly strong. He couldn't overpower her and ended up with Cindy on top of him.

"Don't move!" Cindy commanded.

Wenqiang raised his hands in a submissive gesture, and Cindy pointed at him, her buttocks gradually moving back until they touched his erect penis. Cindy lifted her buttocks, using her muscles to align them, and then slowly sat down, squinting her eyes, her small mouth slightly open, exhaling sweet breath, finally completely engulfing Wenqiang.

She squatted on Wenqiang like a frog, then began to wiggle her buttocks. Wenqiang tried to thrust upwards, but she stopped him. She stubbornly used her entire body to encircle Wenqiang's penis. Wenqiang looked at the beautiful expression on her face, enjoying the ease and pleasure. Cindy sat harder and harder, beginning to moan.

"Ugh...ugh...um...um..."

She'd done a couple hundred strokes and was starting to feel the strain. She wanted to lean on Wenqiang, but then remembered the cheat sheet on her breasts. She quickly braced herself with her hands, checked that the writing was intact, and then smiled and shook her head at Wenqiang, indicating she was too weak.

Now it was Wenqiang's turn. He bent his legs to make it easier to thrust, and began to pump upwards, simultaneously pulling off Cindy's bra. For the first time, he saw Cindy's breasts completely. They were a perfect size, just the right size to hold in one hand, and the areolas weren't too dark, almost indistinguishable from her healthy skin. Wenqiang took one nipple into his mouth and began thrusting his penis repeatedly, making Cindy moan again.

Wenqiang finished one nipple and moved on to the other. Cindy, with a bewildered smile, gasped, "Ah...so good..."

Just then, her wristwatch beeped, and she exclaimed, "Oh no! Exam time's up!"

It turned out her watch was set to remind her ten minutes before the exam, and she became nervous. But Wenqiang was still in a rage and wouldn't let her get off, so he just kept thrusting upwards. Perhaps due to the time pressure, their anxious feelings triggered their physiological reflexes. Soon, Wenqiang couldn't hold back any longer; he thrust faster, and Cindy followed suit, her vaginal muscles contracting sharply. They both called each other's names simultaneously, trembling, and climaxing at the same time.

Cindy slumped onto him, laughing and scolding, "If I fail this exam, I'll hold you responsible."

Wenqiang told her to get up first, then he got up too, and they each found their scattered clothes and put them on. Cindy even pulled down her collar, looking down and murmuring the words written on her nipples: "Psychological reasons…accident…physiological…psychological…"

She looked up, smiling, and asked Wenqiang, "Hey, what's the reason?"

Wenqiang gently tapped her head with his knuckles, opened the door, and took her hand as they walked downstairs. They could still hear Cindy reading aloud: "...Hmm...a sudden thrill...that's it...right...right...right...?"

"Yes! Yes!" Wenqiang said.

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