Zhang Yang had no qualms and thrust into her once again.
A familiar sense of tightness, the wet concoction made Zhang Yang let out an "Ooh."
"Teacher, do you want it gentle or a bit more violent?"
Sun Bingrou was just about to enjoy herself when she was suddenly stopped by Zhang Yang's question.
A moment later, with her face flushed red, Sun Bingrou said, "Teacher likes it a bit more violent."
"Teacher, I'm afraid you won't be able to take it," Zhang Yang teased.
"Naughty student, Teacher is afraid you won't last long though?"
Zhang Yang raised an eyebrow with a wicked smile, "Teacher, when you say such things, you must be prepared for the consequences, later don't cry and beg for mercy."
"Let's see if Teacher can't squeeze you to death," Sun Bingrou was also fired up.
As she spoke, she willingly parted those beautiful legs, then hooked them around Zhang Yang's waist.
Seeing this, Zhang Yang grinned and slammed into her.
