"I knew you wouldn't. Let's go over them again!" Clara was very pleased and took the bamboo stick, ready to teach again.
He was going crazy! This little vixen was here to torment him. In front of the large screen, Clara was illuminated, her lips soft and pink as they moved. Mateo couldn't control himself any longer and pounced on her, pressing down the enthusiastic teacher.
The lips blocked the eloquent little mouth. Opening the notebook with one kick, a thin and dense kiss fell on Clara's temples, and whispered: "Cla! I will get the reward first, and then I will write it to you."
"No!" Clara was anxious. How could there be such shameless student? Her earlobes tingled, making Clara's body immediately go soft. Moreover, her reward was not this.
"I won't agree!" lips slid over her neck, and Clara's voice lost its sharpness. Her words came out soft.
