A Game in the Classroom in the Middle of a Storm

s eyes, Zan You'er could only put down her little hands that were about to push him away, pinch the sides of the chair, and bite her lips tightly to stop the coquettish moans like before.

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He rubbed the soft nipple up and down with the pad of his middle finger, narrowed his eyes slightly after hearing You'er's muffled groan, and gently plucked his meat stick with his index finger, making gestures like strumming a string.

　　”Hmm…”

A strange feeling came from under her body, does it feel like being pinched? Zan You'er knew best that her private parts were slowly leaking love juice, but no one could see them because they were covered by her skirt.

Hang Jiyun fiddled with her more than a dozen times, rubbed her dark red with the pulp of his thumb and index finger, and swept his fingertips around the small areola, then opened her palm to wrap the plump softness and began to knead.

　　”Ugh…ah…haha…”

It was so comfortable that she couldn't control her moaning.
She opened her mouth slightly and panted, pinching the hands on both sides of the chair with extreme force, which was usually not obvious at all.
The veins are slightly raised.

　　”It's so nice.”

After rubbing it a few times like that, Hang Jiyun smiled and praised her sweet voice, then retracted her hand and leaned against the back of the chair:

“I'm hard; you can start to do what you want.”

Zan You'er's eyes were misty, and she liked it when Hang Jiyun rubbed her.
The pleasure grew as he rubbed her, until he suddenly stopped and unconsciously frowned, as if to show that she wasn't happy.

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She blinked her eyes slightly to calm her breathing, loosened her hand holding the chair, and turned around when she heard Hang Jiyun's words.

But Hang Jiyun's pants haven't been taken off yet, so how can she start?

You'er looked up at him suspiciously.

“Do it yourself.”

Unmoved, he put his hands on the back of the chair, his eyes full of inexplicable meaning.

So she moved the stool, put it next to him, and bent down to stare at his bulge.

After watching for a few seconds, she stretched out her hand to untie his belt; because she had never had any experience in untying men's belts, she tried several times but failed, so she asked Hang Jiyun for help.

Sure enough, she was extremely innocent.
Hang Jiyun looked at her innocent appearance and glanced at her breasts, which she hadn't covered with underwear.

The spring was beautiful, which made him feel happy.
He untied the belt with one hand and pulled down the chain of his trousers, revealing his black CK underwear.

Stopping at this point, handing over all the rights to Zan You'er, he put his hands on the back of the chair again, as if everything after that was none of his business.