～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～ Sorry! I’ve been lazy for a long time and almost gave up writing this, so I don’t know if it’s still to everyone’s liking?
This time, I’m going to post all the previously posted articles here, plus the new ones to form a unit. I wonder if I could ask the librarians to cut off the previously posted articles 1, 2 and 3 and replace them with this one?
Thank you!
～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～ Zonghan walked into the cooled office and couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief; the East was being hit by a heat wave that had been rare for many years, and on the streets of this central Massachusetts college town, not even the feral dogs were out to mess with the fall tigers. The students probably weren’t in a hurry to get back to school early, with two more weeks to go, right?
“Hello?” A pleasant female voice: “I can help you… ah! You are Mr. Younger.”
“YANG…” Zong Han corrected her vocalization kindly, having gotten used to Americans speaking his last name as the phonetically similar and common Younger. Moreover, he couldn’t help but feel favorably towards the girl who spoke it.
“Mr. Yang.” The girl said this in well-worded Mandarin and smiled triumphantly when she saw his surprised expression. She was an oriental girl with a pretty googly-egg face, large almond eyes, long hair tied in a ponytail, not very tall, but with an even figure.
She was easily and casually wearing a t-shirt, a pair of jean shorts (Souhan thought privately: Hmm, nice legs.) ), white socks and sneakers. Compared to her, Zong Han felt that his suit Bijin looked foolish, especially after struggling with his suitcase in the hot air, his shirt had reflected the sweat stains of not dashing.
He also switched to Chinese: “Who are you…?”
The girl poured out a pleasant laugh: “Let’s use English! I can’t speak Chinese. I’m Ms. Hu, we met last time.” She walked up to Zong Han and extended her right hand a bit flirtatiously: “Welcome to St. Anthony’s College, you can call me by my name: Jing.”
“Jing, hi, I’m John. Ah! I remember!” John remembered that the last time he had come to see the principal for an interview, he had been greeted by a smart young woman in an office suit, with her hair coiled on top of her head and wearing glasses. He couldn’t imagine for a moment that the beautiful but not to be played with woman was the same person as the energetic girl next door in front of him.
Still smiling wryly, Shizu shook her ponytail, “The hair isn’t quite the same, is it? Uh-huh! You can let go now…”.
“Whoa! I’m sorry! Without realizing it, Jong-han had been holding Jing’s hand for a long time, and when he was reminded of this, he hastened to set her free: “Please… is Dr. Krieger here?”
Jing retrieved her hand, and Zong Han noticed that her skin from her arm to the back of her hand was a healthy light brown color, her fingers were long and slender, and her nails were the right length without cardamom.
“That’s bad! Dr. Krieger is out of town for a meeting and won’t be back until next week. You’re too early!”
“Huh?” Zong Han said in disbelief, “But I received a letter telling me to report for duty today. I… I have checked out of the house and moved all my belongings here.”
Jing smiled and said, “Well, I saw the moving van you were towing behind your car! I saw the moving van behind your car. Unfortunately, your dormitory is still under renovation, so it may be three or four days before you can move in. But don’t worry, you can leave your belongings in the school’s warehouse and stay at a hotel in the city, and I’m sure the school will reimburse you for your lodging.”
Souhan hesitated, his mind reflecting Dr. Krieger’s angry face (“What! You haven’t even started work yet and you’re drawing payments!”) .
Jing slipped her big, pretty eyes: “Maybe…”
“Perhaps what?” Souhan asked eagerly.
Jing said, “The kids won’t start moving back in until next week, so if you don’t mind the aggravation, you can stay in the student dormitory for a while.”
“Ah! That’s great!” Souhan couldn’t help but feel grateful: the lovely Shizu had done him a huge favor.
“So… I’m going that way, do you want to come with me first? Maybe you’ll change your mind.”
“Great!”
Zong Han bent down to lift his two garment bags, but Jing stopped his left arm: “I’ll help you lift one. “When she bent down to lift the bags, Zong Han couldn’t help but notice that Jing’s T-shirt had a deeper collar, and when she leaned forward, he could clearly see her bra: a white, seemingly smooth and soft bra, which dutifully encircled a pair of hills that couldn’t be considered as boobs, but had a tantalizing cleavage.
Zong Han found it fascinating that the skin in her blouse was whiter than her arms and neck, but not as white as many white women. Zong Han a little reluctant to take his eyes away from the charming breasts, and Jing also like to make him see enough, tossed half a day before straightening up: “Let’s go!
”
The two of them, each carrying a garment bag, crossed the verdant, ancient campus in the heat and fog. As they walked, Jing said, “Dr. Krieger must have mentioned the glorious history of St. Anthony’s College to you, right?”
Souhan nodded. Jing glanced at him: “I hope you won’t be too disappointed, but this place has become a daycare center for many rich Asian families. Those young ladies who come to the United States, do not want to go directly to the public high school, so they come here to study college preparatory, so that they can enter the famous schools in the future. Our overseas business brokers are very active in Asia.”
Zonghan smiled easily: “I’m not disappointed…”
Jing smiled sweetly and led him into an old Victorian building. The room’s fixtures and fittings were very modern, but Zong Han felt that the décor was a bit…
Seeing the look on his face, Jing couldn’t help but laugh out loud: “Ha! Yes, this building is a dormitory for female students: it’s cleaner than the male dormitory.”
Zong Han nodded and followed Jing up to the second floor, entering a spacious bedroom. Jing put down the clothes bag beside the double bed, “Let’s put your luggage here for now.”
Zong Han put down his garment bag and looked around the room. Everything was decorated simply and elegantly, not like the taste of the average little girl: “Your students live in such elaborate rooms?”
Jing laughed narrowly, “This is my bedroom: I’m the teacher and the warden here.
”
Shizu took Souhan on a general tour of the dormitory called Princess Anne, downstairs there was a large living room, sitting room, dining room, kitchen, small room for the butler and cook; upstairs, apart from Shizu’s bedroom, there were eight bedrooms, each with two beds and two desks, and because the students had gone home for the summer vacation, the rooms were empty apart from the posters of young girls’ dolls on the walls.
Jing explained as she walked, “Basically, because I’m Chinese, (although I grew up in Virginia and most of my Chinese was read in college), the principal, Dr. Kraig, assigned me to be the supervisor of this Asian girls’ dormitory.”
“Wow! There’s another reason…” Jing smiled and gestured for Souhan to stand in front of one of the windows on the second floor: “Because I’m the youngest teacher here, they sent me to catch this…”
Shizu’s right hand pointed gracefully to the fence in the downstairs yard, where a freshly patched new board in the ivy-covered wooden wall: “The path where boys come to apparate.”
Thinking of the monk school he had attended since middle school, Zong Han couldn’t help but smile: “Haha! What a cruel warden!”
Jing gave him a coquettish glance: “If there is trouble, it is difficult to explain to the parents of those dignitaries. Still, it’s not something that can be prevented…”
“Yeah! The power of hormones.”
“Huh!” Jing laughed charmingly as she gently lifted the top of Souhan’s suit and touched the fabric of his shirt on the side of his waist with her fingers: “Ah! You’re sweating! I’m sorry, I forgot to turn on the air conditioning: the school authority is very harsh on utility bills, and I rarely use the air conditioning when the students are away.”
Unexpectedly seeing Jing’s less cool side, Jong-han said in embarrassment, “No… it’s okay…”
“You should take a shower, change into something comfortable, and pick a bedroom to rest in.”
“Hmm! Good idea.” Souhan turned around and didn’t see Shizu sneakily put the fingers that touched his body to the tip of her nose quickly and inhale deeply. A complicated expression surfaced on his beautiful face.
They returned to Shizu’s room, and Souhan was about to walk out of the bedroom after picking out a few pieces of clothing from his coat pocket.
Shizu called out to him, “Wait, where are you going?”
“Go to the bathroom!” Zong Han had just visited the unlocked bathroom: on one side, there was a large mirror with a vanity, and on the other side, there were four shower rooms separated by a wall, each with a shower curtain to provide a small amount of privacy.
Jing said, “No, no, the big boiler is off and there is no warm water in that bathroom. Come with me.
”
Zong Han followed her through her bedroom and between two rows of closets into another room: a grotesquely open bathroom, with a neat sink on one side, a large shower with a translucent acrylic door on the other, and, most strikingly at the far end of the bathroom, a bathtub so large it could accommodate three or four people. Sunlight streams in through the roof windows, making the cream-colored décor look bright and inviting.
Shizu picked up a bath towel from the closet and placed it on the counter, “Please make yourself at home, I’m going back to the office, I’ll turn on the air conditioning before I go back.”
With that, Shizu turned and walked out of the bathroom, and after a moment, there was the sound of the bedroom door closing.
Zong Han twisted the shower on, adjusted the water temperature, and removed his bulky clothing. The slightly warm water poured pleasantly over him, causing him to relax his long-delayed mood.
His mind drifted to Jing’s body, and suddenly it occurred to him that the scented bath soap he was holding and applying to his body had not been sliding and rubbing itself on Jing’s attractive body earlier. His crotch reacted, he could not help but “concentrate on washing” his semi-erect penis: “Ah!
What am I doing?” He returned to his senses and hurriedly finished his bath, stepping out of the shower.
“Strange?” Jong-han frowned in puzzlement: the change of clothes that were on the counter next to the bath towel had disappeared… or had he simply forgotten to bring them in? I don’t think so!
Realizing that he was standing there stupidly dripping, Souhan decided to dry off first. Shaking out the neatly folded light blue bath towel, he was alerted to a small square sliding to the floor.
Souhan picked up the small square: it was a condom!
“Well!” He wasn’t sure if that meant…
Souhan wiped his body dry and pulled open Shizu’s closet to find a powder blue terry cloth bathrobe. He put it on and walked into Shizu’s bedroom. Shizu was lying on her side on the bed waiting for him. She was missing several pieces of clothing: only the silk bra that Souhan had seen earlier, a pair of white bikini style panties, and white half-length athletic socks on her feet.
Shizu no longer wore a ponytail, her long black satin hair cascading over her rounded shoulders, and bulging white breasts. Her upper body slimmed down from between her ribs to her slender waist, her perfectly rounded and deep bellybutton capped off that waist, and then her flat stomach ended in her tiny white panties. Zong Han couldn’t help but look greedily at the plump mounds wrapped in soft fabric between her slightly spread thighs. And those even legs were even longer because she had taken off her denim shorts.
Jing pouted her pink mouth a little, her eyes streaming as she looked at him: “You stole someone’s clothes! Pervert man!”
Zong Han took the condom between his fingers and shook it: “You didn’t leave much for me to wear…”
Jing lazily got up and sat on the edge of the bed: “Come…”
Zong Han walked up to her, she reached for the condom and lifted the hem of his bathrobe with her other hand: “Can’t wear this? Do you want me to help you?”
The hem of Souhan’s bathrobe gradually parted, and suddenly his erect and furiously swollen penis between his legs popped out of that gap and waved straight in front of Jing.
“Wow! Happy to see me?” Jing innocently spoke to the cock, then her hand let go of the condom and instead gently held the base of the cock with her delicate fingers, rubbing and pushing it upwards. She looked up with a smile on her beautiful face and said, “John, your cock is so beautiful!”
Souhan enjoyed the gentle touch of her fingers on his body. Shizuku’s voice was so pleasant, her smile was so pretty, and she even mesmerized Souhan when she said words like “cock”. To his surprise, his lips were not the first part of his body to be kissed by her.
Shizuna’s hands undid the knot on the robe’s belt, and the robe’s double flaps parted, exposing Souhan’s chest, abdomen, and lower part. She held Souhan’s scrotum in one hand and his penis in the other: “Can I kiss you?”
Without waiting for Souhan to answer, Jing slowly opened her rosy lips and approached Souhan’s glans.
Souhan looked down at his hard swollen stem being slowly incorporated into Jing’s wonderful mouth, and Jing’s big clear eyes met his gaze with a smile before her cheeks dimpled slightly. The warm, soft mouth pressed against his glans, causing Souhan to hold his breath, and when Jing’s head began to raise back and forth, he had to clench his hips to restrain the desire to cum.
“Oh! Jing, it feels so good…” John couldn’t believe what he was getting into: just an hour or so ago, he had been worried that he would be smothered to death in this small town. “Mmmm…” Jing gradually accelerated, her hands tugging at the bathrobe, and with a tug, Zong Han stood naked, swaying slightly with the “chirping… chirping…” sounds coming from her lips.
Jing’s mouth let go of his penis, with a hand to smooth the already slightly disheveled hair, and examined the staggering penis in front of him, Zonghan’s penis seems to be more swollen than earlier, especially the mushroom-shaped tip, already due to blood congestion purple. Jing licked her lips in satisfaction: “Yes! What a cute baby…”
“You’re the one who’s so cute baby!” Zong Han sat next to her on the edge of the bed and passionately embraced her in a kiss. Shizuku’s cherry lips appeared redder and warmer as they filled with blood, and their kiss quickly moved from initial contact to passionate tongue flirting. Jing’s small tongue entwined with his nimbly, and a mesmerizing “mmmm… mmmm…” came from deep in her throat.
Souhan slightly opened his eyes, peeped at her expression: Jing closed her eyes, eyebrows slightly frowning, very involved in the light bobbing of the head. He also closed his eyes, enjoying the exchange of fluids in his mouth, listening to the sound of “smooshing”, and feeling his cock jumping.
Zong Han’s hand slipped on Jing’s smooth back to the back buckle of her bra, his fingers fumbled for a while, before he felt the buckle separate, the straps popped off to the left and right, Jing leaned back slightly, smiled and whispered: “Ah! Mr. Yang, what do you want?”
“Ms. Hu, I was stripped naked by you, so you should be fair and let me strip you too.”
“Well, okay…” Jing leaned forward, and with a shrug of her shoulders, her bra slipped off, exposing a pair of beautiful breasts: from the base of her neck, she traced a gentle but steep arc to a light brown, upturned areola. On the tips of her breasts were a pair of light brown nipples like cherries. Because of the excitement, the nipples were hard and erect, and there was an indentation on the tip like a small sipping mouth.
Zong Han’s hand placed on Jing’s flat stomach, slowly moving upward between her breasts, but when he was about to touch the bottom of her breasts, she turned back with a brilliant move, shrinking to the other side of the bed, peacefully resting on the pillow, lying flat on the bed. Jing’s breasts were slightly parted to the sides, undulating up and down as she breathed, and Zong Han also turned around and reached out to those brown and white breasts.
Jing reached out to stop him, but realized that he hadn’t intended to do so. Zong Han’s hands tugged at the waist of her small panties and began pulling them down her legs… “Hey!” Jing protested, but her body cooperated with him, raising her hips so that he could smoothly remove her panties.
“Ah! So beautiful!” Souhan couldn’t help but sincerely appreciate the beauty of Shizu’s round, even thighs. Shizu had cut the ooze between her legs to the right length, very neatly, and had probably trimmed the hairs with a depilatory to a wedge shape that only resumed on her pubic mound.
Although she only slightly opened her legs, Zong Han can still stare at her beautiful pubic mound under the small slit between the tender lips: a pair of very neatly pursed flesh-colored petals. He couldn’t help but press his face lightly against the cotton crotch of the white panties, feeling her body heat, he used his nose to get close to the thin piece of fabric, smelling a woman’s scent mixed with the smell of jasmine: “Jing! You smell good!”
“Yeah?” Jing was still smiling like that, but her face was blushing. When Jong-han took hold of her ankles and tried to take off her socks, she broke away: “Don’t! Don’t take off your socks…”
“Why?”
“I’m not the kind of woman who strips naked for all to see as soon as we meet!” Said the two as they burst out laughing together.
The tips of Jing’s breasts trembled as she giggled and her legs spread apart. Taking advantage of this, Zong Han climbed onto the bed, knelt between her legs, leaned forward, and wrapped his arms around her neck. Jing guessed that he was about to make a break for it, and said nervously, “Be gentle… I haven’t done this in a long time…”
Her mouth was sealed with his kisses, so she could only make “mmmm… mmmm…” sounds, but he was still bowing his body, with only his lips touching, his hand on her neck, his arm touching her shoulder, his thighs pressing against her legs, and the most important contact was just the tip of his glans nudging against the small of her back… Jong-han and Jung passionately teased her with their lips and tongues, then He shifted his position and sucked on her long, elegant neck, making her grunt and gasp, “Uh… oh… won’t you come in… uh… come in?”
“Tsk… not yet… Jo… you… haven’t dressed your cock… tsk… yet…”
“Well… that…” Jing’s hands and feet were searching the bed for the condom she had left behind: “Oh… I found it… I’ll put it on for you…”
“There’s no hurry… Jo…”
Jing’s body was writhing on the bed: “Hurry… come on…”
“Isn’t it about being gentle?”
“No need… oh… oh… oh…”
Taking advantage of Jing’s distraction, Zong Han quickly moved his lips down to her chest, rubbing her breasts with the tip of his tongue: the left breast for a while, the right breast for a while, but not touching her pair of firm buds.
“Oh… um…” Jing, flushed and frowning, arched her body and tried to push her nipples into Jong Han’s mouth, but he nimbly dodged them, causing her to cry out, “Please… suck… nipples are so swollen… mmmmmmmm… so sad…”
Without further delay, Zong Han sucked on the tip of her right breast, slurping hard on the pearl and deliberately stretching her with his lips.
“Mmm… yah… it feels so good…” Jing lay flat on her back, squirming and holding him tightly between her legs, but unfortunately, her most important point of contact was still not directly stimulated, except for the warm, short-haired pubic mound, which pressed against his abdomen in a series of movements… “Yeeh… mmmm… “Jing closed her eyes, enjoying Zong Han’s vigorous kissing and sucking, but then she couldn’t help but open her eyes again, biting her lip as she watched him pushing and rubbing the tip of his tongue back and forth against her long, hard, brownish-red nipples.
Sucking and licking like this, Jong-han turned the itchy swells on the tops of Jingbai’s breasts into a burst of pleasure, but it was very hard between her legs…
“Ummm… Ummm…” Jing moaned, twisting her body towards the foot of the bed, trying to move her pussy into the ideal position to receive Souhan’s rod. However, he did not want Jing’s hunger to be satisfied, and reached the foot of the bed faster than she did, squatting down by the side of the bed and admiring the beauty of the area between her long, slender legs: the plump, full mound of her pussy was covered with downy, soft, ciliated hair.
The dark-colored lips of the labia minora were slightly exposed and were tightly clenched around a thin slit, the upper end of which was covered with a thin flap, and Zong Han knew that underneath the flap was the most sensitive part of a woman’s body. He pressed his hands against the base of Jing’s thighs, applying slight pressure on both sides, and with an almost inaudible sound, the two thin lips parted, revealing their red interior.
The first thing Zong Han noticed was that Jing’s pussy was already very wet, and when the labia minora were parted by him, a large drop of clear secretion flowed out, wetting her perineum and disappearing into her groin.
“Umm…” Shizuya felt the overflow of secretion and moved her hips a little uncomfortably.
“Jing, you’re so wet!”
Jing raised her head and looked at Zong Han between her legs with a red face: “It’s not because of you, teasing me so hard… ohh… ohh… so… so… so… comfortable…”
Zong Han had long been unable to hold back, bringing his face close to her secret place that reeked of hot wetness and stretching his tongue to probe between the crimson inner walls. The tip of his tongue pressed against the tight opening of her inner hole, licking at the clear liquid that was dripping out.
“Ummm… Ummm… Baby…” Jing raised her legs and rubbed her feet against his back, “Aaah… Aaah… Aaah…” Suddenly, she arched her back and moaned loudly. It turned out that the tip of Zong Han’s secretion-soaked tongue was licking and fingering Jing’s already aroused and erect pussy nucleus through the small layer of flesh, and Jing’s body seemed to be jerking up in response to Zong Han’s rubbing, and the inside of her hot pussy was rapidly filling up with… and making “ze… ze…” noises in response to the faster and faster vibrations of the tip of his tongue.
“Oooh… Umm… Umm…” Jing’s moans grew thicker and thicker as she put her feet back on the bed and spread her legs wide to meet his licking. Zong Han once again dipped his tongue between the small red lips, feeling the tight squeeze at the narrow part of her pussy as he sipped and slurped at the slightly salty and acidic juices that she was discharging.
Jing put her left hand between her legs, combing his hair with her fingers, and with her right hand, she wrapped her right hand around her stiff breasts, occasionally rubbing and tweaking the hardened nipples with her delicate fingers: “Oh… Han… You’re so good… Well… I can’t… I can’t do it anymore… Stop… stop…”
Zong Han raised his head and asked narrowly, “Do you really want to stop…? “Jing’s fingers actually pulled him hard by his hair, pulling him away from between his legs.
“Okay, okay, be gentle… I’ll just stop!” Zong Han was pulled to the head of the bed, kneeling in front of her, quietly looking at his penis, and couldn’t help but laugh: “You’re leaking! But is not it?” The slightly upturned and upturned penis was hard and erect, pulsing and shrugging, the glans was red and swollen, and the little hole at the tip was overflowing with a lot of slippery, clear liquid… and Jong-han was on the verge of a breakthrough!
Jing’s slender fingers dipped into that lubricant and coated his glans wet and shiny, and then she placed her index finger, which was not covered in kohl and had neatly manicured medium-length nails, between her lips, a thread of coupling hanging between the head of her cock and her vermilion lips.
“Mmm… I like the taste of you…” With that, she wrapped her fingers around the root of the rod, and her hot, wet, soft lips encompassed the tip. Zong Han looked down and watched as his penis slid into her sensual mouth, minute by minute, and feeling the power of her suction and the soft inner walls of her mouth, he couldn’t help but let out a low growl: “Mmm… Jing… really good at sucking… oh… that’s so good…”
Not to be outdone, he turned on his side and buried his face between her legs. The two briefly adjusted the position, into the opposite side of the “69” position.
Jing moved her long straight black hair and laced his rod with her lips as Zong Han’s head bent down between her flat left and raised right legs, his arms encircling her pair of rounded thighs as his fingers pressed against her pair of plump labia majora, spreading them out to the side, the watery flesh-colored labia minora blossoming, exposing the red inner sanctum and a hole like a pouting pouty mouth.
Jong-han sent the tip of his tongue into the hot, moist and fragrant slit, licking and probing back and forth between the core and the vaginal opening with great vigor. “Ummm… hum… mmmm…” Jing hummed loudly even though her mouth was filled with her erect penis, and her hips swayed back and forth in time with the frequency of his head bobbing.
Shizu finally stopped the latching of her lips and spat out Zonghan’s cock, his glans already slightly purple, Shizu tore open the condom package and held his rod in one hand, pressing the rolled up film against his inflamed tip.
Souhan also stopped his attack on her, and looked down to see Jing’s beautiful fingers slowly running a layer of transparent latex film from the tip of the rod to the root of the hairy bush. Jing was very satisfied with the shiny penis that was glistening with spermicidal lubricant, and flicked it with her forefinger: “Work clothes are on, go down and start working!”
Souhan got up and made a show of protecting his hair with his hands, “I’ll go, don’t grab me.”
Jing laughed like a silver bell and lay down flat, Zong Han knelt between her spread legs and stared hungrily at her toned light brown skin, while three tiny white triangles appeared where her bathing suit had covered during her sunbathing – two on her upturned breasts, one on her flat calves and plump pubic mound. The soft white, fertile complexion accentuated the tantalizing brown nipples and the short, dense pubic hair, between which the two young lips were parting under the tip of his rod, gradually closing around his glans.
“Uh… oh… oh… oh… oh…” Jing furrowed her brow and let out a long drawn out moan that rose in pitch as Zong Han fully entered her fiery pussy, and although she was filled with nectar and lubricated by the lubricant on his condom, the tightness Zong Han overcame when he pushed in made him ask stupidly. “Uh… Jing… you’re not… a virgin, are you?”
Jung’s mouth curled up in a smile, and she shook her head lightly: “It’s just that… I’ve never had such a lovely… big baby as this one.” As she said this, her strong internal sphincter squeezed him twice, causing both of them to let out an audible “Woo…” in unison.
Zong Han began to slowly thrust, his upper body leaning forward, pressing his chest against her breasts, kissing and sucking her red lips and tender tongue with his mouth. Because her vagina was tight, and her vulva was swollen from the exciting foreplay, he felt the root of his penis being tightly encircled, and even though the glans was covered with a thin layer of latex, it was still sensitive to feel the tender folds of her inner prongs. Zong Han kissed Jing, his hips pumping shallowly, not only pitying her, but also afraid of leaking too early under her tight grip.
The warmth of the room caused beads of sweat to form on Jong-han’s forehead, and Jing sniffed greedily at him. “Mmm…” Her body, which had been somewhat tense and arched, relaxed with his warm movements, and a thick moan escaped her throat as she hooked her legs and rubbed the cotton socks she wore on her feet against the backs of his legs.
Although Jong-han’s movements were small, the area where the two of them met began to make loud… sounds. As he felt the rod moving in and out more smoothly, Jing whispered in his ear, “Uh… Han… you can push a little harder…”
He straightened up, took hold of her ankles with both hands, lifted her long, slender legs into a V-shape, and gave her long, hard strokes. Jing cried out in enjoyment, “Mmm… yeah… that’s good…” He looked down and admired the way the lips of her small, tender pussy were tightly wrapped around his rapidly moving penis, turning slightly red as he pumped it out, and then sinking back to swallow the glistening, liquidy rod.
“Oh… Jing… isn’t it nice?”
“Yes… oh… it’s so refreshing… wow! No…”
Han’s hands lifted off Jing’s socks in one go, exposing a pair of toned feet. His hands held her feet tightly, not allowing her to break free, and his hips did not stop moving. Jeong covered her face with her hands: “Oh! I hate this! My… toes are fat and short… oh… so ugly…”
Zong Han examined the feet, the skin was meticulous, the insteps were not thick or deflated, the toenails were not colored but naturally glossy, trimmed into neat micro-arcs, and those toes she was so proud of were not actually thick or short but were rare and very sturdy, and he found them so much more beautiful than some white women’s long, apelike toes, or inwardly-flexed variant toes.
“Jing… your feet… are beautiful!”
“Lying… ah… you?”
While thrusting, Souhan kissed and sucked her paws and toes. Jing wore a complicated expression on her face.
“Jing… I love every part of your… body…”
“Oh… Han… You… Umm…” Jing knew from the way he stiffened his waist that he was really getting more aroused, and even the pole that was tightly packed inside her seemed to have thickened and hardened. She boldly put her foot, which had not been kissed, on his chest and rubbed it. Souhan couldn’t help but let out a moan of “oh… jing… oh…”.
The impact of Zong Han’s belly on Jing’s pubic mound not only gave her a tingling sensation, but also a feeling of being slapped across the flap of her pussy: “Oh… Han… you’re full… and… long… oh…”
Listening to her muffled moans, Zong Han was proudly trying to push her to the top, thrusting so hard that her pussy was overflowing and making small “br… br…” noises. Instead, she called out to him, begging him to stop.
“Jung… what’s wrong?”
Jing’s breasts were heaving and her pretty face was flushed with shame and excitement: “Umm… I… want to ride… on top”.
Zonghan smiled and said, “Yes! Good! Let me take a break, and you exercise.”
In order to prevent the tight fit from being aborted in a fury, they clung to each other, with Shizu’s feet hooked around Souhan’s hips, and the two of them carefully rolled over toward the other side of the bed.
“Ah…” Zong Han was relieved when he watched Jing switch to the top, but he didn’t realize that Jing had completed the change from kneeling to squatting with a softness that staggered him again, without letting his hard pole of flesh slide out of her burning hole.
Jing used her hands to brace herself against Zong Han’s chest to stabilize herself, lifting her firm hips and stroking his erect penis. Knowing that such movements were laborious, Zong Han used his hands to support her thighs to help her, but to his surprise, his hands were barely able to bear the weight. Although she was panting and enjoying the intercourse, she was still able to move up and down with her own strength.
Zong Han looked at her thoughtfully: although she wasn’t exactly muscular, her arms and legs looked very strong when she exerted herself so hard, and she had a flat stomach and firm toes… “Jing… What subject do you… teach?”
Jing-mei’s long black hair cascaded over her rounded shoulders, flopping and tumbling with her frog-like jumps, and her sweet face smiled wryly: “Me? I… teach physical education to the girls’ class… I used to be on the volleyball team in California… in college…”
Zong Han’s mouth dropped open: “I should have thought…”
“Uh… John… you’re so hard… so comfortable… oh… oh…”
“You’re also… so wet… so hot…”
“Yes… yes… I’m also… the principal’s clerical assistant… I’m in charge of all his… um… yeah… itineraries… correspondence… so… the… arrival notices… for… a certain new teacher…”
“Did you… did you… deliberately… mistype the reporting date?” Zong Han felt that most of his blood must have flowed into the head of his penis embedded in her pussy, but he was still surprised to think of the arrangement Jing had made.
“Oh… yes… yes… focus on doing… oh… your… cock is so… so good…” Both of them gasped as more and more blazing pleasure spread throughout their bodies from their tight little pussies.
Jing was also drenched in sweat by now, her wonderful white and brown body covered in a layer of reflections. Her body odor and light perfume combined to create a fascinating scent.
Zong Han admired Jing’s pair of firm breasts that looked like small horns when viewed sideways and like honey melons when viewed squarely, tossing and trembling one by one as she moved up and down, and he couldn’t help but reach out his hands to rub the pair of brown buds that had been neglected for so long that they had begun to soften, and in no time at all, he told them to become a pair of sipping little hard jewels again.
“Uh… yeah… oh… oh… touching my milk… milk… hmmm…” Jing, with her hair in disarray, shifted her supporting hands from his chest to the bed behind her, and pushed out her upper body to take his caresses on her breasts, with the damp hair of both of them clearly visible between their wide-open legs, and with a thick rod contained between the blossoming red petals of the blossomed flower, Zong Han could Zong Han could feel the nectar overflowing from Jing’s burning pussy, flowing down his penis to his meat sac, and even between his femurs when it was still warm.
He panted heavily too. The air in the room already smelled of sex, even masking the smell of their sweat.
No matter how strong Jing is, this kind of perched open legs, hands stretched back to support their own body position is very strenuous, very difficult to set up, Zong Han’s hands from her breasts moved to the root of her thighs, supporting her stocks, he arched his legs, feet supporting the bed surface, to do the movement of the waist.
He saw the shiny, watery rod being withdrawn one by one, and then plunged back into the red hole that was sucking and “staining”. Although this position was not too fast, the visual effect of Zong Han’s eyes eating ice cream made him even more aroused and hardened.
Jing’s vulva and breasts were engorged and flushed with blood, and all she could feel was her whole body on fire, her labia majora and breasts bulging and swelling, and especially her clenched vulva squeezing his seemingly thicker and thicker shaft, taking in his wonderful filling.
Zong Han glimpsed the head of Jing’s red, smooth nub occasionally peeking out from its covering, reminding him of this, and stretched out to hold her right hand, dipping his thumb in some of her bodily fluids, and lightly pressing it against the foreskin of her nub, rubbing it.
Jing’s whole body trembled and she moaned loudly: “ohh… no… no good… it’s so wonderful… I want… mmm…”
As Zong Han kept pumping and rubbing, he saw Jing shaking her hair, looking confused, her eyes half-closed, and her whole body trembling: “Oh… oh… Han… you’re so… you’re so good…” Her fingers and toes subconsciously scratched the bedsheets, creating wrinkles. He surreptitiously lifted the flap of flesh and saw that the tip of her nipple was reddish and almost purple. Jing bit her lip, stifling her voice, her brows furrowed beneath her disheveled hair, glancing at him with a distressed expression, her nostrils rasping.
She kissed him on the mouth and smiled again, asking, “Did you feel that?” It turned out that the depths of her vagina contracted in bursts. Jing swung her head and brushed his chest with her black silky hair: “My uterus thought that you had put semen inside me, and she was sucking it…”
“Well… it’s so comfortable… Can I… do it again? I’m about to… oh… I can feed her… oh…”
“Hmm… a little numb… slow…”
Zong Han slowly upward, because Jing’s vulva is still not swollen, and the inner throbbing, his originally engorged and swollen glans also began to resist jumping. In addition to the few threads he held in his mouth, she used her hair to provoke him: “Are you going to lose it? My… cock is swelling…”
“Yes… yes… uh… oh… Jing… Jing…” Zong Han’s eyes widened as he stomped his legs straight up, shooting the hot, sticky fluid that had been in his balls for so long into her. Jing’s sensitive pussy sensed the repetitive tugging and pulling of his cock, and her mouth encouraged him to spurt: “Yes… yes… throw it hard… baby… shoot as much as you want…”
It took a while for Souhan to still. Jing lifted his lower body with some reluctance, letting his softening penis slide out of his vagina. She smoothed down the condom and held it up with her fingers to show him a big thick bubble of semen inside: “You’re lying! Not a drop for my uterus!” With a wave of her hand, the bag flew into the trash can next to the bed.
“By the way, speaking of lying…” Jong-han wrapped his arms around her and lay on his side in an embrace: “You have to explain to me how it came to be that I was asked to report to work early?”
Jung put on an innocent face: “Explain? There’s nothing to… ouch!”
The first hand held her waist firmly, and the other hand went between her legs, rubbing her still itchy and sensitive pubic mound. Marco was a great man, and he was a great man, and he was a great man, and he was a great man! Marilyn was a great woman, and she was a great woman!
I’ll explain!”
Zong Han stopped his assault and Jing, her face flushed red, buried her face in his chest: “Don’t think I’m weird… but when I first filtered Craig’s resume, I had admired you. That’s why on the day of your interview, I wore my only suit and dressed up… wanting to…” She suddenly looked up: “Did it work?”
Thinking back to the first time he met her, he nodded honestly, excited and nervous by the iceberg beauty. However, looking at her smug smile, Zong Han couldn’t help but worry: “Jung… it wasn’t you who got me this job, was it?”
Jing tenderly combed his stray hair with her hand and smiled as she shook her head: ”That’s your own skill, the principal handpicked you. I just put my hands on you to let you have a little time with me. You won’t blame me, will you?”
Zong Han shook his head and kissed her warmly, Jing turned around and opened the nightstand, pulling out long strips of several aluminum foils and handing them over to him, which turned out to be a lot of freshly purchased condoms, at least three dozen of them.
He couldn’t help but smile, “What a special gift!”
The two men laughed softly, do not feel embracing each other to fall asleep. Mon in, Zong Han felt Jing relax arms, to be his sleep, when he woke up, disappointed to find Jing left a note on the pillow, but people are not there.
Zonghan opened the perfumed letterhead and read Jing’s beautiful handwriting.
Dear Han.
Thank you for a memorable, enthusiastic afternoon with me. Unfortunately, I’m still on duty at the office until 7:00, so I have to go, sorry! I’ve put your present in your duffel bag, and your coat bag is on the bedside table. Feel free to walk around, but please come back for dinner.
XOXO
stay quietly
Zong Han smiled, looked at the clock, thought for a moment, and got up to dress slowly. It was already almost five o’clock and he decided to go to the office to accompany Jing until the end of his shift.
Putting on a light T-shirt, shorts and sneakers, Zong Han took three steps downstairs and was about to go out the front door when he heard a strange noise coming from the kitchen. He turned around and walked into the kitchen, just in time to hear someone talking outside the back door: “His! Mark that son of a bitch, little bastard, I came back to this hellhole early, so that I can hang out with him for a few more days, but I did not expect to bump into him and that fat bitch fuck.”
Although the words are vulgar, but the voice is a slutty, whiny female voice. Another tender female voice answered: “Forget it, Charlene, don’t be angry! You’re not going to be faithful to him anyway.
”
Charlene’s sweet voice sounded again: “You’re right! That kind of town-grown bumpkin is just killing time. Only the same kind of trashy girl who went to public high school would take him seriously!”
There was a sound of dragging wood, and then the more talkative Charlene spoke up again, “Joanne, help me move it again, it’s so heavy!”
Joanne replied, “Who told you to like bringing so many clothes so much! Let’s go in and drink some ice water before we move the stuff!”
Outside the back door came the sound of walking in the kind of sandals that do not cover the heel, the two women walked up the wooden steps, Charlene said as she walked, “You always need to bring all your clothes with you, so that you don’t have to wear the same ones all the time or have no clothes to wear on any special occasions! What special occasions have no clothes to wear!”
The door opened and in came two oriental girls of fifteen or sixteen. “Ah!” The two froze for a moment when they saw Zong Han. But one of the girls immediately came back to her senses, smiled sweetly, and asked in a whiny voice, “Who are you?”
(To be continued, okay?)