It's over, it's over, I'm dead! I leaned up to the sky and the earth, waiting for the last moment in despair. My eyes were staring blankly at the pale ceiling with fear. My chin, hit by Teacher Du Mu's knees, was sour and numb, and my ears were buzzing. I gritted my teeth, used my luck, prepared for the execution, and silently waited for Teacher Du Mu's ruthless fist or fierce slap
Well, what's going on? Why is there no movement?
After a long time, I timidly got up, leaned on the bed with my arms and quietly glanced at Teacher Du Mu. Ha, I couldn't help but feel a little happy: It's such a false alarm. Teacher Du Mu wasn't awake at all. I was still sleeping soundly. The fat legs that had just hit me and almost didn't scare me fainted were in an inverted V-shaped shape, and they were grinning to the side openly.
My eyes slowly moved along Teacher Dumu's thighs, and finally stopped at the base of the plump legs. Ah, my lust immediately jumped up. Between Teacher Dumu's crotch, on the edge of the panties, some thick and black hair was faintly exposed from the root of the tilted thighs.
I quietly looked at Teacher Du Mu's face again. She was still so calm and peaceful, and there was no sign of waking up. The opportunity was not to be missed. I secretly made up my mind and leaned down secretly, pressing my body tightly against the bed, like a soldier sneaking into Teacher Du Mu's crotch with fear: Success or failure is here, and you have to die again and again!
I finally reached out and secretly pressed it on Teacher Dumu's slightly wet briefs. I immediately felt the intoxicating softness. I picked up the briefs with my fingers and gently pushed them to the side. Ha, Teacher Dumu's black pussy immediately appeared in front of me without any cover. This was a hundred times better than lifting Teacher Dumu's briefs from the abdomen and peeping from top to bottom
The posture of Teacher Dumu spreading one thigh made her pussy appear in front of me very intuitively. I tried hard to calm my mood. My trembling fingers quietly pushed away the thick black hair like artemisia. The tip of the front touched an inexplicable wet piece. I leaned down completely and let out my other hand, stroking Teacher Dumu's dark pussy without aim, feeling unprecedented warmth, softness and dampness. A little, I pulled my palm back and put it under my nostrils to smell it deeply. What a strong smell!
My palm returned to Teacher Dumu's vagina, and the color gall became more and more swelling. My fingertips slid into the flesh hole covered by dense hair along the charming wetness. Wow, it was so warm and so slippery. With the insertion of my fingers, Teacher Dumu's flesh hole made a squeaking sound of water. My fingers quietly stirred and poked it a few times, and a crystal liquid flowed out along the bottom of the flesh hole.
I pulled out my fingers and stuffed them into my mouth, as if I was tasting a strong white wine, and clattered my lips: Ha, the smell of Teacher Dumu’s pussy is really unique without Lin Hong’s light and sour taste; without Li Xiang’s slightly fishy smell; without Jinhua’s rich and spicy taste; without the bitter and spicy taste of Aunt’s pussy; without the sweet and vinegar taste of Teacher Dumu’s pussy, like the red wine produced in Changbai Mountain. In the slightly spicy, there is a sweetness that makes me intoxicated.
Oh, I was digging Teacher Du Mu's pussy freely, savoring the charming smell to the fullest, and intoxicated by it, Teacher Du Mu's pussy suddenly contracted slightly, and then, I moaned deeply, and the spread thigh spread out downwards.
My heart was shocked suddenly, and I hurriedly pulled out my fingers, rolled to the corner of the bed, pulled the towel and quilt, and gasped, pretending to be sleeping, and the fingertips of my right hand were covered with crystal clear and shining vaginal fluid. I was about to move my fingers under my body, but it was too late, and Teacher Dumu had turned his face around.
Alas, this child! Teacher Dumu sat up with murmur, pulled my towel and quilt, sleep well, don’t kick the quilt, cover your stomach to avoid catching a cold!
Oh no, Teacher Du Mu's bare fat legs scratched my fingertips. By the way, I'm sure that Teacher Du Mu was staring at my fingertips and carefully observed. I was extremely nervous and ashamed. However, I still didn't dare to move rashly, and I didn't dare to pull my fingers back. I was still closing my eyes tightly and pretending to be asleep. Teacher Du Mu seemed to have smeared his fat legs, and the back of his hand touched my fingertips again. Oh, God, hurry up and let me break a gap in the bed, let me get away as soon as possible, and escape from Teacher Du Mu's indescribable gaze.
Under the pulling of Teacher Du Mu, I had to turn around. While Teacher Du Mu was tidying up the towel and quilt for me, I secretly blinked one eye and saw Teacher Du Mu pulling the underwear that was twisted by me with one hand. She grabbed a hand towel and gently wiped the watery pussy that I dug. Oh, it's impossible, it's impossible!
Teacher Dumu pulled my finger, sighed, and muttered this sentence again, which made me puzzled. What does this mean? I was even more ashamed and ashamed. I was so despicable, I was so vulgar!
From then on, I was completely obsessed with Teacher Dumu's pussy. During class, whenever I saw Teacher Dumu walking past me with a textbook, I couldn't help but stare at her crotch, and stare at her for a long time.
What are you thinking? Teacher Du Mu put down the textbook, gently flicked my head with his round fingertips, memorized the hair selection well, and don’t get distracted!
Well, I rubbed my slightly painful forehead, cleared my throat, and tried to return my lustful heart to the boring Mao Zedong. Chairman Mao taught us that class struggle is the mainstay and the mainstay is clear...
Yes, study hard, don't think about it, you are still young, and you still don't understand many things. Teacher Dumu patted my head, and spoke earnestly, but I couldn't figure out what Teacher Dumu meant? Oh, of course, I really can't understand Chairman Mao's works. Even if I was sucked alive and stuffed them into my head, I couldn't figure out what the elderly are saying
The mind should be used in the right place! Teacher Du Mu smiled at me and threw out another word that I couldn't figure out. I looked at Teacher Du Mu foolishly. Teacher Du Mu showed a mysterious expression, curled his sexy lips, turned around, and walked towards the podium. That expression made me think about the nap and the situation when Teacher Du Mu pulled my arm and rubbed my pussy! The third feeling vaguely reminded me that Teacher Du Mu might have noticed it long ago that I had molested her pussy.
My cheeks turned red, and I never dared to face Teacher Du Mu on the podium again. I buried my head in a thick, deeper than a brick.
You, stand up! Suddenly, Teacher Du Mu shouted coldly at me. I stood up mechanically, but still didn't dare to look at Teacher Du Mu, and recited the third paragraph of "Serving the People"! Memorize!
I, I, where can I recite it? I have no intention of memorizing these things that have nothing to do with me. I stood dullly, and Teacher Du Mu said angrily: Why, no!
No! I lowered my head and honestly explained: Teacher, I don’t know, I forgot!
Humph, Teacher Du Mu mocked: Then what can you do? Well, it’s useless! Sit down!
Then, Teacher Du Mu shouted to another female classmate: Xu Limin, you can recite the whole article of "Serving the People" to everyone!
Alas, Xu Limin stood up happily, and thud and thud. After a while, the agency launched a series of "Serve the People" and memorized "Serve the People" without missing a word. Teacher Du Mu nodded with satisfaction: OK, sit down, okay, classmates, Xu Limin worked very hard to learn Maoxuan. When he was in class, he would recite it and recite it when he returned home. She had already recited all Maoxuan. After a few days, the district carried out Maoxuan and evaluated advanced activities. The principal decided to let Xu Limin participate!
Humph, I slapped my nose at the proud Xu Liming: What's so great about it? What's the practical use of memorizing this thing!
If you don’t agree, I will learn Maoxuan and evaluate the advanced conference. On the day of the bustling grand theater, in the crowded grand theater, our proud student Xu Limin faced thousands of students below the audience. As long as the judges behind me said Maoxuan page ×, she would make me recite the content of Maoxuan page × in a daze, which was simply amazing!
You must learn from Xu Liming well and put your mind into your homework, and don’t just talk about useless things!
Teacher Du Mu's words echoed in my heart for a long time. I tried hard to think about it and pondered: Teacher Du Mu must have known my vulgar behavior. Look, she no longer treated me kindly and kindly as before, as if she deliberately alienated me and ignored me.
What to do? I was so distressed that I looked at the homework book in front of me and the pen in my hand, and wrote this passage through a trait:
Dear teacher: I did something that cannot be said. You will know what I did without me saying it. Because, from your expression and expression, I have guessed that you already know what I did. Teacher, I am too despicable, I am too despicable, teacher, I use all the language in Chinese, and cannot prepare to describe my despicable and despicable teacher. Can you forgive me? Teacher, do you know how depressed I feel? Teacher, do you know that I admire you and love you so much!
Teacher, my dear teacher, can you forgive me?
After writing, I tore it off and took advantage of the opportunity to get off get out of class and sneaked to Teacher Dumu's house quietly. I wandered around and didn't dare to stuff it into the crack of the door. The bell for class rang again, so I had to leave reluctantly
During the entire elementary school period, I never had the courage to send this casual text message to Teacher Du Mu.
And I will never be able to devote my thoughts to memorizing Mao's choice, and I don't want to achieve something in this regard. I am still obsessed with Teacher Du Mu's pussy, but I will never have the chance to share the same bed with Teacher Du Mu. In desperation, I can only look at Teacher Du Mu's figure, meditate hard at night, hold the hard pillow, and fantasize about it as Teacher Du Mu, thinking about lust while falling asleep while falling asleep while thinking about it.
Gradually, my body changed wonderfully in the long-term meditation and fantasy. My body was like a corn stalk that rose in midsummer. It was so much higher overnight. It seemed that it was rising every day. While my body was rising madly, the sound of my speech changed completely, becoming thick and heavy.
What puzzles me even more is that my cock has undergone a qualitative change. The originally white and tender foreskin has not been seen for several days and has not touched for several days. It suddenly becomes dark and has layers of wrinkles that I hate. The cock's head ridiculously poked out the red head from the thick wrinkles. As long as the fingers touch it, a strong pleasure will be produced. If you rub it a little, you will rush and raise your head straight.
What made me most difficult is that every morning when I woke up, my cock stood tall and hot and hard. At the same time, there was an inrelieving feeling of stuffiness. I slipped into the toilet and tried to discharge urine so that the hard and broken cock could soften as soon as possible.
However, my cock is so firm. No matter how hard I try, it just refuses to bow its head and submit. I have no choice but to let it flow up high. The red and yellow urine is like a fire gun, spraying on the opposite wall, and then flowing into the floor drain.
Ah, looking at Teacher Du Mu's plump figure, my grandmother's pussy, whose instinctive sexual desire was also erect, was drooling in lewdness, and her fingers kept gesturing, haha, our teacher's butt is so fat, it will be great to fuck!
Go, fuck! I always refuse to tolerate any classmates. Of course, including my grandma's pussy, I used my beloved teacher Dumu as the object of fantasy. I swear at my grandma's pussy: Fuck, I think beautifully, you can't even touch our teacher!
Fuck, grandma's pussy retorted, then, did you meet it?
I didn't know how to answer for a while, and I muttered happily in my heart: Humph, Teacher Dumu's pussy has been touched by me for a long time
Brother, grandma's pussy slipped into the corner and took out his dirty cock. Look, my cock is growing again!
Fuck, I took out my cock and said dissatisfiedly: Your thing is not as big as mine
My big one, I'm bigger than yours, what kind of broken thing is you, short, thick and fat!
Humph, I continued to show off: Fuck, grandma's pussy, take a good look, my cock is growing!
Hi, grandma's pussy curled her lips contemptuously: You only have a few hairs, you can count them, and you still dare to show off in front of me. Look, buddy, how many are there!
Oh, I looked carefully at my grandma's pussy and was speechless!
Well, what's going on? Why is there no movement?
After a long time, I timidly got up, leaned on the bed with my arms and quietly glanced at Teacher Du Mu. Ha, I couldn't help but feel a little happy: It's such a false alarm. Teacher Du Mu wasn't awake at all. I was still sleeping soundly. The fat legs that had just hit me and almost didn't scare me fainted were in an inverted V-shaped shape, and they were grinning to the side openly.
My eyes slowly moved along Teacher Dumu's thighs, and finally stopped at the base of the plump legs. Ah, my lust immediately jumped up. Between Teacher Dumu's crotch, on the edge of the panties, some thick and black hair was faintly exposed from the root of the tilted thighs.
I quietly looked at Teacher Du Mu's face again. She was still so calm and peaceful, and there was no sign of waking up. The opportunity was not to be missed. I secretly made up my mind and leaned down secretly, pressing my body tightly against the bed, like a soldier sneaking into Teacher Du Mu's crotch with fear: Success or failure is here, and you have to die again and again!
I finally reached out and secretly pressed it on Teacher Dumu's slightly wet briefs. I immediately felt the intoxicating softness. I picked up the briefs with my fingers and gently pushed them to the side. Ha, Teacher Dumu's black pussy immediately appeared in front of me without any cover. This was a hundred times better than lifting Teacher Dumu's briefs from the abdomen and peeping from top to bottom
The posture of Teacher Dumu spreading one thigh made her pussy appear in front of me very intuitively. I tried hard to calm my mood. My trembling fingers quietly pushed away the thick black hair like artemisia. The tip of the front touched an inexplicable wet piece. I leaned down completely and let out my other hand, stroking Teacher Dumu's dark pussy without aim, feeling unprecedented warmth, softness and dampness. A little, I pulled my palm back and put it under my nostrils to smell it deeply. What a strong smell!
My palm returned to Teacher Dumu's vagina, and the color gall became more and more swelling. My fingertips slid into the flesh hole covered by dense hair along the charming wetness. Wow, it was so warm and so slippery. With the insertion of my fingers, Teacher Dumu's flesh hole made a squeaking sound of water. My fingers quietly stirred and poked it a few times, and a crystal liquid flowed out along the bottom of the flesh hole.
I pulled out my fingers and stuffed them into my mouth, as if I was tasting a strong white wine, and clattered my lips: Ha, the smell of Teacher Dumu’s pussy is really unique without Lin Hong’s light and sour taste; without Li Xiang’s slightly fishy smell; without Jinhua’s rich and spicy taste; without the bitter and spicy taste of Aunt’s pussy; without the sweet and vinegar taste of Teacher Dumu’s pussy, like the red wine produced in Changbai Mountain. In the slightly spicy, there is a sweetness that makes me intoxicated.
Oh, I was digging Teacher Du Mu's pussy freely, savoring the charming smell to the fullest, and intoxicated by it, Teacher Du Mu's pussy suddenly contracted slightly, and then, I moaned deeply, and the spread thigh spread out downwards.
My heart was shocked suddenly, and I hurriedly pulled out my fingers, rolled to the corner of the bed, pulled the towel and quilt, and gasped, pretending to be sleeping, and the fingertips of my right hand were covered with crystal clear and shining vaginal fluid. I was about to move my fingers under my body, but it was too late, and Teacher Dumu had turned his face around.
Alas, this child! Teacher Dumu sat up with murmur, pulled my towel and quilt, sleep well, don’t kick the quilt, cover your stomach to avoid catching a cold!
Oh no, Teacher Du Mu's bare fat legs scratched my fingertips. By the way, I'm sure that Teacher Du Mu was staring at my fingertips and carefully observed. I was extremely nervous and ashamed. However, I still didn't dare to move rashly, and I didn't dare to pull my fingers back. I was still closing my eyes tightly and pretending to be asleep. Teacher Du Mu seemed to have smeared his fat legs, and the back of his hand touched my fingertips again. Oh, God, hurry up and let me break a gap in the bed, let me get away as soon as possible, and escape from Teacher Du Mu's indescribable gaze.
Under the pulling of Teacher Du Mu, I had to turn around. While Teacher Du Mu was tidying up the towel and quilt for me, I secretly blinked one eye and saw Teacher Du Mu pulling the underwear that was twisted by me with one hand. She grabbed a hand towel and gently wiped the watery pussy that I dug. Oh, it's impossible, it's impossible!
Teacher Dumu pulled my finger, sighed, and muttered this sentence again, which made me puzzled. What does this mean? I was even more ashamed and ashamed. I was so despicable, I was so vulgar!
From then on, I was completely obsessed with Teacher Dumu's pussy. During class, whenever I saw Teacher Dumu walking past me with a textbook, I couldn't help but stare at her crotch, and stare at her for a long time.
What are you thinking? Teacher Du Mu put down the textbook, gently flicked my head with his round fingertips, memorized the hair selection well, and don’t get distracted!
Well, I rubbed my slightly painful forehead, cleared my throat, and tried to return my lustful heart to the boring Mao Zedong. Chairman Mao taught us that class struggle is the mainstay and the mainstay is clear...
Yes, study hard, don't think about it, you are still young, and you still don't understand many things. Teacher Dumu patted my head, and spoke earnestly, but I couldn't figure out what Teacher Dumu meant? Oh, of course, I really can't understand Chairman Mao's works. Even if I was sucked alive and stuffed them into my head, I couldn't figure out what the elderly are saying
The mind should be used in the right place! Teacher Du Mu smiled at me and threw out another word that I couldn't figure out. I looked at Teacher Du Mu foolishly. Teacher Du Mu showed a mysterious expression, curled his sexy lips, turned around, and walked towards the podium. That expression made me think about the nap and the situation when Teacher Du Mu pulled my arm and rubbed my pussy! The third feeling vaguely reminded me that Teacher Du Mu might have noticed it long ago that I had molested her pussy.
My cheeks turned red, and I never dared to face Teacher Du Mu on the podium again. I buried my head in a thick, deeper than a brick.
You, stand up! Suddenly, Teacher Du Mu shouted coldly at me. I stood up mechanically, but still didn't dare to look at Teacher Du Mu, and recited the third paragraph of "Serving the People"! Memorize!
I, I, where can I recite it? I have no intention of memorizing these things that have nothing to do with me. I stood dullly, and Teacher Du Mu said angrily: Why, no!
No! I lowered my head and honestly explained: Teacher, I don’t know, I forgot!
Humph, Teacher Du Mu mocked: Then what can you do? Well, it’s useless! Sit down!
Then, Teacher Du Mu shouted to another female classmate: Xu Limin, you can recite the whole article of "Serving the People" to everyone!
Alas, Xu Limin stood up happily, and thud and thud. After a while, the agency launched a series of "Serve the People" and memorized "Serve the People" without missing a word. Teacher Du Mu nodded with satisfaction: OK, sit down, okay, classmates, Xu Limin worked very hard to learn Maoxuan. When he was in class, he would recite it and recite it when he returned home. She had already recited all Maoxuan. After a few days, the district carried out Maoxuan and evaluated advanced activities. The principal decided to let Xu Limin participate!
Humph, I slapped my nose at the proud Xu Liming: What's so great about it? What's the practical use of memorizing this thing!
If you don’t agree, I will learn Maoxuan and evaluate the advanced conference. On the day of the bustling grand theater, in the crowded grand theater, our proud student Xu Limin faced thousands of students below the audience. As long as the judges behind me said Maoxuan page ×, she would make me recite the content of Maoxuan page × in a daze, which was simply amazing!
You must learn from Xu Liming well and put your mind into your homework, and don’t just talk about useless things!
Teacher Du Mu's words echoed in my heart for a long time. I tried hard to think about it and pondered: Teacher Du Mu must have known my vulgar behavior. Look, she no longer treated me kindly and kindly as before, as if she deliberately alienated me and ignored me.
What to do? I was so distressed that I looked at the homework book in front of me and the pen in my hand, and wrote this passage through a trait:
Dear teacher: I did something that cannot be said. You will know what I did without me saying it. Because, from your expression and expression, I have guessed that you already know what I did. Teacher, I am too despicable, I am too despicable, teacher, I use all the language in Chinese, and cannot prepare to describe my despicable and despicable teacher. Can you forgive me? Teacher, do you know how depressed I feel? Teacher, do you know that I admire you and love you so much!
Teacher, my dear teacher, can you forgive me?
After writing, I tore it off and took advantage of the opportunity to get off get out of class and sneaked to Teacher Dumu's house quietly. I wandered around and didn't dare to stuff it into the crack of the door. The bell for class rang again, so I had to leave reluctantly
During the entire elementary school period, I never had the courage to send this casual text message to Teacher Du Mu.
And I will never be able to devote my thoughts to memorizing Mao's choice, and I don't want to achieve something in this regard. I am still obsessed with Teacher Du Mu's pussy, but I will never have the chance to share the same bed with Teacher Du Mu. In desperation, I can only look at Teacher Du Mu's figure, meditate hard at night, hold the hard pillow, and fantasize about it as Teacher Du Mu, thinking about lust while falling asleep while falling asleep while thinking about it.
Gradually, my body changed wonderfully in the long-term meditation and fantasy. My body was like a corn stalk that rose in midsummer. It was so much higher overnight. It seemed that it was rising every day. While my body was rising madly, the sound of my speech changed completely, becoming thick and heavy.
What puzzles me even more is that my cock has undergone a qualitative change. The originally white and tender foreskin has not been seen for several days and has not touched for several days. It suddenly becomes dark and has layers of wrinkles that I hate. The cock's head ridiculously poked out the red head from the thick wrinkles. As long as the fingers touch it, a strong pleasure will be produced. If you rub it a little, you will rush and raise your head straight.
What made me most difficult is that every morning when I woke up, my cock stood tall and hot and hard. At the same time, there was an inrelieving feeling of stuffiness. I slipped into the toilet and tried to discharge urine so that the hard and broken cock could soften as soon as possible.
However, my cock is so firm. No matter how hard I try, it just refuses to bow its head and submit. I have no choice but to let it flow up high. The red and yellow urine is like a fire gun, spraying on the opposite wall, and then flowing into the floor drain.
Ah, looking at Teacher Du Mu's plump figure, my grandmother's pussy, whose instinctive sexual desire was also erect, was drooling in lewdness, and her fingers kept gesturing, haha, our teacher's butt is so fat, it will be great to fuck!
Go, fuck! I always refuse to tolerate any classmates. Of course, including my grandma's pussy, I used my beloved teacher Dumu as the object of fantasy. I swear at my grandma's pussy: Fuck, I think beautifully, you can't even touch our teacher!
Fuck, grandma's pussy retorted, then, did you meet it?
I didn't know how to answer for a while, and I muttered happily in my heart: Humph, Teacher Dumu's pussy has been touched by me for a long time
Brother, grandma's pussy slipped into the corner and took out his dirty cock. Look, my cock is growing again!
Fuck, I took out my cock and said dissatisfiedly: Your thing is not as big as mine
My big one, I'm bigger than yours, what kind of broken thing is you, short, thick and fat!
Humph, I continued to show off: Fuck, grandma's pussy, take a good look, my cock is growing!
Hi, grandma's pussy curled her lips contemptuously: You only have a few hairs, you can count them, and you still dare to show off in front of me. Look, buddy, how many are there!
Oh, I looked carefully at my grandma's pussy and was speechless!
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