Oh! Oh!
I kept kneading, even increasing the force, feeling her plump, tender whiteness continuously squeezed and deformed in my hands—so soft, so tender, yet so elastic—absolutely intoxicating.
Her moans of pleasure, ceaselessly emitting from her lips, excited me to the utmost, and pleasured me beyond belief!
As I massaged, I glanced towards her inner thigh, seeing her nectar flow more and more, thoroughly soaking her cotton panties into a drenched ocean. I felt a sense of achievement and a strong psychological thrill!
Teacher Ji was so ethereal, so spiritual, as if untainted by worldly desires. Yet here she was before me, her lower regions overflowing under my touch, her moans becoming sultry—the stark contrast was incredibly stimulating and filled me with a sense of accomplishment!
Now and then, I would steal glances at her cheeks, but she kept turning away, allowing me only to see her profile.
