Zhang Yang acted as if he hadn't heard Sun Bingrou's pleas, continuing to knead the plump grape. Under the stimulation of the silver needle, Sun Bingrou found herself increasingly losing control.
She kept begging Zhang Yang to stop, the feeling was far too intense.
"Zhang Yang, please stop, I'm begging you."
A sinister smile flickered at the corners of Zhang Yang's mouth as he watched Teacher Sun, who normally held herself so high, now wearing such a pitiful and pleading expression. A desire to conquer Sun Bingrou arose in Zhang Yang's heart.
At that moment, Sun Bingrou couldn't stand it anymore and abruptly grabbed Zhang Yang's wrist, preventing him from continuing.
But Sun Bingrou's trembling body clearly had reached a climax.
Sun Bingrou's breathing grew rapid, and her full, snowy breasts heaved with each breath.
The silver needle was still not removed from above, the scene looking exactly like a top-tier training session.
