Oh!
So soft, so tender!
Although it wasn't the first time I had touched it, the delightful sensation, combined with the environment we were in, still brought me immense pleasure, excitement, and made me shiver.
This was a classroom, and we were sitting in the last row, with people in front of us—all students immersed in self-study.
"Mmm!"
Zhou Yaoyao, who was diligently writing, suddenly shivered, tensing up as her smooth, delicate legs instinctively clamped around my hand tightly.
"Chen Yang, little brother, stop it! I'm busy!"
She whispered with her head down, her voice trembling and bashful to the extreme. She then hurriedly looked forward, slightly panicked, for fear of being discovered.
Privately, she was quite bold, but in public, especially at her own school, she became very timid and shy.
This made the thrill even more intoxicating for me. Not only did I not withdraw my hand, but I also pressed in further, caressing her plump mounds gently.
