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TEACHER, PLEASE BE GENTLE WITH ME

Five years together, two teachers really treat? Two generations of love and hate entanglements, how to pay true love! The love and hate of four men is the feast of passion or the confession of true love? A woman's love of flesh and soul, triggering a hundred years of animosity under the smokescreen of the golden age, The wheel of fate has turned, the secret is about to be revealed...

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Teacher, don't practice like this

"With your tongue! Don't just hold it."

"Whoo-hoo..."

Kneeling on the wide silk bed in the hall, containing the huge temperature from the teacher, difficult to swallow. He grabbed my head with both hands, as he kept the rhythm of the down press, choking my tears in tears, behind the teacher Wenya meat stick when deep when shallow pumping inserted, the house kept my hum and small hole was meat stick beat "patter" sound, obscene let a person blush heartbeat.

"A leave, small rhinoceros recently has been on the bed, is this practice room?" Teacher Wen Ya's voice full of lust. "HMM... Oh... The small mouth is very comfortable, "Teacher Wen Li continued to start the movement," it is time to let her practice, quick, suck me out, we go to the training room."

I whine sway head, licked to suck the huge meat stick, and the meat stick behind the pull suddenly accelerate deepen, each squeeze into the flower hole inside the small mouth, the top into the uterus, the small hole more clamp more tight, the limbs of human flesh surging up, "ah..." I had an orgasm again. "Little thing," the pain of a big hand slapping snow's hip, actually made the contractions stronger and stronger. "Er... Oh... It's so tight... Before you plug a few times, the teacher should punish you."

"Ah..." Climax of the lust let me unable to suck, the whole body off the strength of the lie on the temperature from the body, they did not let go of me, still one after another of the hard pull plug, until he also to the gorgeous peak to stop.

After the lust faded, my body is not like their own sour, there is no way to walk, teacher Wen from the horizontal embrace me, walked to the direction of the study. Where's the training room they were talking about? I wonder, have not been before ah...

In the study, wen from the teacher holding me came to a landscape painting stopped, Wen Ya teacher will hang the nail gently press, only to hear a click, and then the bookcase should slowly move open, revealing a road to the underground. "Ah, teacher, when is this Gad?"

"Baby, we got it built the day we came, just waiting for the day you can be a sex slave."

"Teacher ~" I deflated deflated mouth, but also become a sex slave? Meowed, I do this great chang princess true enough grievance. Lukewarm from the teacher heretical pull the corners of the mouth, holding me into the channel.

Narrow stone steps rolling down, every section of the road on both sides of the stone wall will appear a pair of torches, soon, suddenly open. I was put down by the teacher, walking around to look around the palace of practice. From the roof hung the pearl, which gave off a soft glow that showed everything below. There was a huge bed in the middle of the room. It turned out to be a small soup pool. Next to the room was a big cupboard. The table is lined with fruit and the faint smell of ambergris fills the room.

"Here, Rhino, this couch is for you..." Wen Ya teacher can't help but pick me up and put it on the couch. Teacher, why do you lie here practicing? Ah "couch from both sides actually out of two iron rings, my hands were firmly buckled on both sides. Teacher Wen Ya laughed, "This is the tool to turn you into a sex slave ~ Xiao Xi"

"O teacher, no..."

Temperature from the teacher I do not know what to press the mechanism, the top of the legs of the snap appeared two chains, he held my greasy feet, do not hesitate to hang two legs on two iron chains. The chain, as if made to order, opened my legs so firmly that they would have been torn apart had it not been for years of martial arts practice.

"The teacher... What are you doing?"