"Ah!"
When I touched her most tender and sensitive spot, Teacher Su Ya immediately broke free from my lips, emitting an ecstatic cry.
"You little bastard, don't touch, I haven't wiped there yet! It's dirty! Wipe it first, and your hand too, wipe it!" She suddenly lost her strength, leaning on me as she gasped for air.
And I, too, was gasping for air, extremely excited.
Teacher Su Ya's Peach Garden was so succulent, the ultimate softness to touch, making it incredibly enchanting to caress due to the overflowing moisture, becoming even more slippery!
Truly a supreme delight of this world!
I couldn't bear to stop, continuing to caress her, alternately targeting her sensitive spots and thrusting in, to enjoy the marvelous sensation of being enveloped by her tight, heated embrace.
"You little bastard, stop touching! Don't go in, no! No! Ah! Ah! Ah!"
