"Teacher, I want to go to the toilet!" Chen Yanyan, who was doing her homework, suddenly stood up and said to the teacher on the podium.
"Hmm? Go ahead."
The teacher who teaches Chen Yanyan is an old man, very old-fashioned, and extremely strict with students during class. If he were an ordinary person, he would never agree to students going to the toilet during class time, and would even scold them. But
Since Chen Yanyan has made amazing changes this semester and her grades have skyrocketed, the old man also wants to focus on training Chen Yanyan to see if this good young talent can be admitted to a key high school. If he can, he will be proud of it.
With the help of the teacher, Chen Yanyan quickly left the classroom and rushed into the toilet. However, she ran into the toilet, but it was not convenient. Instead, she stood aside and waited for something.
"Yanyan." There was no one in the girls' restroom at the moment. When Song Lang saw Chen Yanyan coming to the women's restroom, he sneaked in shamelessly.
"Damn Song Lang, stinky Song Lang, you came to me now! Humph!"
Chen Yanyan complained and threw herself into Song Lang's arms. After Song Lang broke her body in the cornfield that day, Chen Yanyan hadn't seen Song Lang for several days. She thought he was a bad guy.
I don't want her anymore.
"I'm not good, I'm not good, I made my little daughter-in-law feel wronged." Song Lang hugged Chen Yanyan and quickly admitted his mistake.
"I miss you, bad guy." Chen Yanyan hugged Song Lang tightly and refused to let go.
Song Lang did some practical things, hugging Chen Yanyan and kissing her wetly. The two had just done that good thing a few days ago, and now hugging and kissing is childish. Song Lang has two big hands.
He couldn't wait and got into Chen Yanyan's clothes. Chen Yanyan squirmed for a while and gave Song Lang a blank look before resisting.
"What do you want to do?" Suddenly, Chen Yanyan let out a suppressed scream.
"Let's do that." Song Lang smiled mischievously and gently pushed down Chen Yanyan's school pants.
Song Lang had been cultivating at home for several days, and the fire in his body was at its strongest. When he saw Chen Yanyan, he naturally wanted to seize the opportunity to have fun with her.
"No, I'm still in class now. I told the teacher that I had to go back immediately when I came out to use the toilet! Besides, this is the toilet, what if someone sees me!" Chen Yanyan struggled gently, not daring to follow.
Song Lang’s thoughts.
"Fool, you already said it. We are in class now. Who would come to the toilet?" Song Lang gently kneaded the girl's slightly raised hill. The things below were about to explode. He was almost there.
I can't hold it in any longer.
"Woooooooo~~! Then hurry up, I have to go to class~!"
Chen Yanyan's delicate body *trembled* from being played with by Song Lang, and her body was also unbearably hot from being touched by Song Lang. She also wanted to taste the big* stick that made her ecstasy all day long.
*It’s time to get married.
"Bad guy, bad guy!"
"Stop buttoning it up, let your little brother come in quickly, I'm waiting for class!"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuu. Come on, it's so itchy. Stop torturing me, bad guy."
Song Lang hugged Chen Yanyan's body, leaned against the wall of the toilet and teased him fiercely. The girl in his arms suddenly couldn't bear it and wanted to taste his crotch.
The delicious taste of the thing inside was so delicious. Seeing Chen Yanyan's charming face, Song Lang knew that when the time came, he could go straight to Huanglong. He immediately opened his pants and took out
The ferocious dragon's head was pressed against Chen Yanyan's spring.
"Ah~~!" Chen Yanyan was tortured by Song Lang. The spring was constantly flowing with water. When she noticed that Song Lang's steaming faucet was close to her spring, she suddenly let out a cry of irritation.
Jiao*hu.
"Good wife, lift your ass up, my husband is here to express his condolences to you." Song Lang patted Chen Yanyan's tender buttocks.
"Well, hubby, come and love me!" Chen Yanyan had already been teased by Song Lang, and she was extremely eager to be nourished by Song Lang. Naturally, she fully cooperated with Ai Lang when she heard what he said.
Song Lang saw Chen Yanyan trying hard to lift up her small buttocks, and there was a bunch of sparse black hair looming deep inside. Song Lang suddenly couldn't bear it anymore, and with a wave of his spear, he directly entered the wet*
A moist spring.
"Ah~~~!" Song Lang entered Chen Yanyan's body unobstructed, and the strong stimulation made Chen Yanyan scream immediately.
"Good wife, please keep your voice down." Song Lang was startled.
"Hmm! Ah~~~Hmm~~~Good husband, hurry up, I'm waiting for class~~Hmm~Hmm~Hmm~~Ah~~~~"
"Pa*pa*pa*pa~!"
After getting his wife's order, Song Lang naturally obeyed. He felt Chen Yanyan's state at this time. The waves in the spring became stronger and stronger. The warm and moist feeling made Song Lang feel comfortable.
Her feet began to feel weak, and she suddenly no longer held back at all, and turned on the beautiful girl in front of her with all her strength. While kissing the back of Chen Yanyan's neck, she violently pounded into that alluring little buttocks.
In the quiet toilet, two young men and women were doing romantic and joyful things, and there were faint and seductive sounds full of repression echoing inside and outside the toilet.
"what sound?"
In the female teacher's toilet next to the female toilet, Yang Lizhen seemed to hear something and started to look around.