Teacher Qin Lu's Peach Garden was as plump and tender as ever.
Lush greenery surrounded it, those two petals especially thick, tasting exceptionally delicious. I swept over with my tongue, sucking ceaselessly, burrowing further into the tender pink, seizing her sweet nectar.
"Mmm! Mmm!"
Teacher Qin Lu, still in her slumber, responded involuntarily with soft moans.
Encouraged, I ate with even more vigor.
I assaulted her sensitive spots while slurping up her sweet dew, eliciting louder moans as she writhed, her tender white legs gently closing in on me.
"Ah! Ah! It feels so good!"
Her low murmurs in her dream were like the sound of nature itself.
The dew below overflowed even more fiercely.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" As I quickened the pace of my assault, her cries became more urgent, more intense, and suddenly, her body shook violently, moved, as if she was waking—she even lifted her body a bit.
"Teacher Qin Lu, are you awake?"
