Zhou Ci stopped walking, shook her head and whispered: No...No
Xue Qiao looked back at her with a smile, looking at her indifferently, without saying a word, Zhou Ci's legs and feet were weak by his eyes, and he rubbed in step by step, locking the door with a click.
Xue Qiao pursed her lips and smiled, and said gently: How good
He waved to her
The girl's legs were thin and straight, wrapped in loose and soft sweatpants, and the belt tied around her waist was like a bow. She pulled it open. He did not rush to take off her pants, but reached in, touched Bingsi's close-fitting underwear, and his dry and cold knuckles touched her delicate clitoris.
Old...Teacher, don't
Zhou Ci trembled, but someone pinched her shoulders and pressed them against the glass.
Xue Qiao's office is on the fifth floor, with a large window, facing the playground. At this moment, the classmates in their class are preparing for activities on the playground, and the noise is coming from behind.
Zhou Ci sat there, her thin spine against the cold glass, her long legs bent, her legs folded and her legs overlapped, but she backfired and clamped her palms there.
It was no longer swollen. Xue Qiao carefully touched it back and forth, pulled out his fingers, and handed it to her: But why is it wet? What are you thinking?
Zhou Ci raised his hand and pinched his trouser belt, looked at him with red eyes
Have you finished the test paper yourself?
She nodded at a loss, and the latter pinched the test paper and held a red pen in her hand: Have you taken off your T-shirt by yourself, or should I take it off for you?
The tears in his eyes shivered, and Zhou Ci took off her top tremblingly, revealing her light blue underwear. Xue Qiao's eyes were gentle and signaled her to continue.
She lowered her head, her white and thin spine was pressed against the cold glass, and her white breasts were exposed to the air and trembled slightly
Xue Qiao raised his hand and pinched the nipple, spread the test paper, pointing at her one question, and told her a question. Zhou Ci couldn't listen to a word. His fingers kept holding her breasts, pinching them tightly and tightly. He played with the nipple so hard that it was so perky and hard that it dripped underneath. He touched it slightly and then dripped water sensitively.
Xue Qiao turned the pages of the test paper and smiled: Zhou Ci, why are you so easy to wet?
His tone is light: What's more inside? Will it be all water? Will the water you fucked into will splash?
Zhou Ci bit her lips and stopped crying. She curled into a ball pitifully, and her upper body was forced to straighten her waist, allowing him to play with her white breasts.
It's wrong here
Xue Qiao moved the tip of the pen in his hand and clicked on a multiple-choice question: Do you know where you were wrong?
The anions in the electrolytic cell move towards the anode. Zhou Ci said stutteringly
The man nodded, and then he picked up her breasts with one hand, rubbed her nipple into his palm, and drew a fork on it with the red pen he was holding.
Ah!
The delicate breasts were stimulated by the slightly pointed neutral pen on the pen tip. Zhou Ci couldn't help but scream, shrank his body and hid back, but he held the breasts tightly, causing pain at the root: Look at the question honestly
Zhou Ci was absent-minded when doing it and made a lot of mistakes. The areola of her breasts was covered with forks, and the white breasts were filled with detailed explanations. There was even an example picture of an electrolytic cell that he drew on it.
During her period, she tried to resist. The man looked gentle so hard that he showed a little cruel. He hooked his long legs and asked her to stick it naked on the glass. He pinched her waist and pulled her pants below the root of her thighs. He left a few palm prints on his buttocks. Before doing this, he gently stroked her buttocks twice: There are still some traces here. You are so tender here.
He pressed her hard on the glass, his breasts were deformed, and his white and naked arms were supported on the side of his face. As long as she lowered her eyes, she could see the students who were moving freely.
Behind her, the gentle and handsome teacher whipped her buttocks hard: Are you obedient?
She loosened her strength from behind her. She slid down the glass and knelt on the ground. The pants that were pulled below the thighs were not pulled up again. She just sat on the bend of his legs with her buttocks exposed. The man sat on the ground, looking at her with a gentle expression as she felt wronged and held her breasts to her hand. She mercilessly drew a red fork on it.
The originally bent legs had already loosened on the ground, and the lower body was squirting, and she slammed into the ground, and she also dripped tears and she looked at the last question with tears in her eyes.
Xue Qiao analyzed her ideas in a plain tone and made a big match on her lower abdomen: It's OK, come here, the teacher will sign you.
She numbly held her breasts over, but saw Xue Qiao taking out a marker from somewhere. She signed it with an iron-painted silver hook between her breasts. She has been approved. Three words
The tip of the marker pen moistens Microsoft, and it feels numb when it passes through the heart. The bright red tone and the clean breasts form a sharp contrast, echoing the dense fonts on the lower abdomen and breasts, which is extremely pornographic.
The paper was handed back to her hand. Zhou Ci had pale lips and supported her hands on the ground to stand up and escape, but was spread apart and pressed her to her arms. The man pressed her lower body between her crotch and sat down, so that her legs could be wrapped around his waist smoothly, and her breasts rubbed against his shoulders.
Xue Qiao held her breasts and looked at them with satisfaction, lowered her eyes, looked at the words on her head, and then extremely badly, he flicked her tits.
Xue Qiao looked back at her with a smile, looking at her indifferently, without saying a word, Zhou Ci's legs and feet were weak by his eyes, and he rubbed in step by step, locking the door with a click.
Xue Qiao pursed her lips and smiled, and said gently: How good
He waved to her
The girl's legs were thin and straight, wrapped in loose and soft sweatpants, and the belt tied around her waist was like a bow. She pulled it open. He did not rush to take off her pants, but reached in, touched Bingsi's close-fitting underwear, and his dry and cold knuckles touched her delicate clitoris.
Old...Teacher, don't
Zhou Ci trembled, but someone pinched her shoulders and pressed them against the glass.
Xue Qiao's office is on the fifth floor, with a large window, facing the playground. At this moment, the classmates in their class are preparing for activities on the playground, and the noise is coming from behind.
Zhou Ci sat there, her thin spine against the cold glass, her long legs bent, her legs folded and her legs overlapped, but she backfired and clamped her palms there.
It was no longer swollen. Xue Qiao carefully touched it back and forth, pulled out his fingers, and handed it to her: But why is it wet? What are you thinking?
Zhou Ci raised his hand and pinched his trouser belt, looked at him with red eyes
Have you finished the test paper yourself?
She nodded at a loss, and the latter pinched the test paper and held a red pen in her hand: Have you taken off your T-shirt by yourself, or should I take it off for you?
The tears in his eyes shivered, and Zhou Ci took off her top tremblingly, revealing her light blue underwear. Xue Qiao's eyes were gentle and signaled her to continue.
She lowered her head, her white and thin spine was pressed against the cold glass, and her white breasts were exposed to the air and trembled slightly
Xue Qiao raised his hand and pinched the nipple, spread the test paper, pointing at her one question, and told her a question. Zhou Ci couldn't listen to a word. His fingers kept holding her breasts, pinching them tightly and tightly. He played with the nipple so hard that it was so perky and hard that it dripped underneath. He touched it slightly and then dripped water sensitively.
Xue Qiao turned the pages of the test paper and smiled: Zhou Ci, why are you so easy to wet?
His tone is light: What's more inside? Will it be all water? Will the water you fucked into will splash?
Zhou Ci bit her lips and stopped crying. She curled into a ball pitifully, and her upper body was forced to straighten her waist, allowing him to play with her white breasts.
It's wrong here
Xue Qiao moved the tip of the pen in his hand and clicked on a multiple-choice question: Do you know where you were wrong?
The anions in the electrolytic cell move towards the anode. Zhou Ci said stutteringly
The man nodded, and then he picked up her breasts with one hand, rubbed her nipple into his palm, and drew a fork on it with the red pen he was holding.
Ah!
The delicate breasts were stimulated by the slightly pointed neutral pen on the pen tip. Zhou Ci couldn't help but scream, shrank his body and hid back, but he held the breasts tightly, causing pain at the root: Look at the question honestly
Zhou Ci was absent-minded when doing it and made a lot of mistakes. The areola of her breasts was covered with forks, and the white breasts were filled with detailed explanations. There was even an example picture of an electrolytic cell that he drew on it.
During her period, she tried to resist. The man looked gentle so hard that he showed a little cruel. He hooked his long legs and asked her to stick it naked on the glass. He pinched her waist and pulled her pants below the root of her thighs. He left a few palm prints on his buttocks. Before doing this, he gently stroked her buttocks twice: There are still some traces here. You are so tender here.
He pressed her hard on the glass, his breasts were deformed, and his white and naked arms were supported on the side of his face. As long as she lowered her eyes, she could see the students who were moving freely.
Behind her, the gentle and handsome teacher whipped her buttocks hard: Are you obedient?
She loosened her strength from behind her. She slid down the glass and knelt on the ground. The pants that were pulled below the thighs were not pulled up again. She just sat on the bend of his legs with her buttocks exposed. The man sat on the ground, looking at her with a gentle expression as she felt wronged and held her breasts to her hand. She mercilessly drew a red fork on it.
The originally bent legs had already loosened on the ground, and the lower body was squirting, and she slammed into the ground, and she also dripped tears and she looked at the last question with tears in her eyes.
Xue Qiao analyzed her ideas in a plain tone and made a big match on her lower abdomen: It's OK, come here, the teacher will sign you.
She numbly held her breasts over, but saw Xue Qiao taking out a marker from somewhere. She signed it with an iron-painted silver hook between her breasts. She has been approved. Three words
The tip of the marker pen moistens Microsoft, and it feels numb when it passes through the heart. The bright red tone and the clean breasts form a sharp contrast, echoing the dense fonts on the lower abdomen and breasts, which is extremely pornographic.
The paper was handed back to her hand. Zhou Ci had pale lips and supported her hands on the ground to stand up and escape, but was spread apart and pressed her to her arms. The man pressed her lower body between her crotch and sat down, so that her legs could be wrapped around his waist smoothly, and her breasts rubbed against his shoulders.
Xue Qiao held her breasts and looked at them with satisfaction, lowered her eyes, looked at the words on her head, and then extremely badly, he flicked her tits.
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