After the teacher becomes a succubus

I couldn't help stroking my hand up and down Rachel's waistline, as if a gravitational force attracted me to it.His skin attracts my palms and makes me linger.

This situation made me have a rare hesitation, like looking forward to the new ice cream that will be released in three years. I finally bought it after waiting in line for three hours. I opened the package and held it in my hand, but I began to hesitate. I don't know where to start.

"Are you counting?" he said through gritted teeth.

So I actually counted them up.

I count from the top rib and slide my thumb from left to right and right to left along where they should be.The anatomy class is one of the compulsory courses in the tower, and it does not prevent me from finding their positions through the flesh, not to mention that Rachel is still very thin.In fact, his frame is not small, exceeding the average height of human males. I have worked hard for many years to be a little taller than him. a dragon, or face a mountain that is about to collapse.However, he will still give people the illusion of being weak, and he can only be blamed for not being strong enough, like a sick tree that is malnourished and only grows in size but not in width.

My fingernails scraped against his nipples, and the two fleshy nubs have stood up because of the cold or tension.I rubbed them between two fingers, and the rise and fall of Rachel's chest became larger and more pronounced, his eyes slipped away from my face, and he stared resentfully at the ceiling.I lowered my head and took a sip, and he bounced as if he had suffered an electric shock, and clasped my shoulders with his hands on both sides, without pushing, but just tightened them in a warning manner.

"Okay, okay, straight to the point." I compromised, letting go of his upper body.

My tongue slides all the way down.

His suddenly bent knees almost kicked my face, I grabbed them quickly and separated.I got my head between his knees and engulfed him.

I was as hard as a rock, but Rachel was as stiff as a rock. His whole body was tense and straight, only the soft flesh between his legs was still downcast and lifeless.I failed like the lady who tried this before, and when I gave up and raised my head, Rachel's face turned blue, but she twitched the corners of her mouth at me, as if laughing at my useless efforts.

I shrugged and didn't let go of his knees or move from the position between his legs.

"Is this pose okay?" I asked.

"What?" he asked.

"From the front or from the back?" I said, "The back position may be easier the first time, and you don't have to face me..."

"Front." Rachel interrupted me, her voice was hysterical, "Shut up! Stop dawdling!"

I let go of my right hand and added a greasy spell to my fingers.

The lubricating effect that would make the soles of a troll slippery certainly makes it possible to slide a few fingers into a closed body, even if the body's owner doesn't cooperate.Rachel's buttocks and acupuncture points were as difficult to pry open as closed clams, and he couldn't ask for more, at least his mouth was tightly closed, and he didn't spit out a fatal spell.His arrogance will make him keep his promise in this kind of thing, especially when facing me as a traitor, my mentor hates to expose his weakness in front of me.

But then again, because of this, I'm even more confused about why he wants me to stay in the room while the whore fucks him, and now even let me participate.I can't think of it, the blood in my head is rushing down now, so I don't want to think about it.

I grasped Rachel's right knee with my left hand, pulled his buttocks open, and spread the ointment made by spells back and forth on the tightly closed acupuncture point.The place was smeared and shiny, and it shone erotically under the light. With only a little effort, the slippery fingers got in.

So soft inside him.

I was amazed by the softness and warmth of my fingers, as if my thoughts were stuck for a moment.It's unbelievable that Rachel, who is ruthless, covered with spikes, and lives that inhuman cold life, is also soft, warm, and hot like a living thing.I'm touching the inside of Rachel's body, his body cavity, his defenseless soft guts - not defenseless, he's taking his defenses off me, he [allowed] me to do it.

The blood boiled in an instant, I was so hard and aching, my head was dizzy, and my body was shaking with extreme excitement, as if I had turned back into a baby who was doing this for the first time.No, I wasn't this eager before my real first time, eager and nervous.I feel like I'm fighting, I'm walking a tightrope, I'm slaying a dragon, none of that compares to what I'm feeling right now, fuck, I'm fucking king of the world.

The closed acupoints were opened little by little, and after opening up all the way, he could no longer keep me out.I pulled my fingers out and held my cock against the softened entrance, hearing my own breathing terribly heavy.Then I realized that I didn't hear the other person's breathing.

Rachel lay flat on the bed, her unblinking eyes were like some kind of manufactured ornaments, her breathing was so slow that it was hard to hear clearly, as if she had entered the fugue state of separation of soul and body. There is such a lesson in the "How to Resist Torture" tutorial, and the current Rachel can be used as a classic example.

On the one hand, I found it very funny, on the other hand, I once again felt untimely pity and affection, which were all the fault of the sperm brain.I said: "Teacher?"

He shivered, returned from his fugue, and looked at me blankly.I continued to say: "Teacher, don't bite me."

The familiar Rachel came back a little bit, and he stared at me as if I was telling the mage not to fight melee.He asked dryly, "Why should I bite you?"

"That's done." I said.

Then I leaned over and kissed him.

I kissed his lips, licked his mouth, and stuck my tongue in.I bit his lower lip lightly, licked his upper jaw, and rolled the soft flesh in his mouth that was frightened by this kiss.Rachel's eyes widened, and he put his hands on my shoulders again, and he couldn't help letting out a groan.

Bodily fluids come into contact with mucous membranes, and the succubus can get energy from this.Kissing wasn't as good as a meal like sex, just a snack, but Rachel had been hungry for too long.

His subconsciously resisting hand was pressing me towards him, eagerly sucking my tongue, still not sensational at all, like a kitten licking dried fish.I put my hand behind his head, through his hair, stroked the nape of his neck, and told him that the food on his plate wouldn't fly off with wings.It's so soft, Rachel's hair looks like it has a metallic texture, but when touched, it's as soft as wool.Incredible, incredible.

Rachel let out a half-muffled scream, jumped up and bit my tongue.My cock had just squeezed into his hole just now, pushing it all the way in unceremoniously.He took a breath and looked at our joint with a wince, like a good child who is afraid of pain, looking at the needle in his arm.

"This... this was an accident." He said quickly, trembling all over, "I didn't intend to bite you."

"It's okay." I said.

Shit is okay, it's okay, it's so cute, it's not magic, I want to bite him, or start moving right away until I fuck him up crying.Rachel is wrapping me, I'm inside Rachel, I'm fucking him, I'm conquering, invading, occupying, and that's enough to make the stupid male animal instincts in me swell up to Empyrean.But I was also kneeling, serving, and offering, and I had a strange piety and tension in my ecstasy at the same time, as if I was conducting some crucial assessment.

At this moment, I suddenly remembered that fate-changing day, when Rachel grabbed my stealing hand and asked me to follow him in those few spell-casting gestures.Back then I didn't know anything about spell-casting gestures or anything, what a powerful mage he was, or what he could give me or ask for from me.I only faintly felt the call of fate at that moment. In the dark, I felt that what I was doing was very important and could determine my life. At the age of 11, I tried my best to show myself, trying to impress that mysterious stranger.

Things don't seem to have changed at all.

I had so much anger and hatred, I wanted so much to hurt him, subdue him and torture him, and yet after all this time, I still want to please him like shit.

I slowly began to twitch, using all the patience and skill I had had in my life.My cock rubbed against the wall of his intestines, my lips kissed the base of his neck and chin, and reattached the two lips that were full of my saliva.I kissed him, I fucked him, picking up the speed a little bit, changing angles and thrusting until he nearly bit my tongue again.

His pale skin flushed red, his legs closed suddenly as if trying to squeeze out the foreign matter between them, but they just clamped my waist.I pushed back to the position just now, his waist softened all of a sudden, and he bit his lip hard.

"What's wrong?" I asked knowingly, "Does it hurt?"

Rachel blinked dully, as if she hadn't heard what I said.I began to push up to the position just now, grinding, squeezing slowly, watching my mentor open his mouth and gasp for breath, as if he was about to be unable to breathe.

I asked reluctantly, "Does it hurt?"

Rachel shook her head frantically, digging her nails into my shoulder, as if she was refusing or urging, maybe she didn't know what he wanted.His cock was already headed up, biting against his belly, and he let out a muffled whimper as I held him.

"Is it comfortable?" I asked.

He didn't answer, so I quickly accelerated.

I jerk his cock up and down, deftly bumping into the source of pleasure, kissing him until saliva drips from the corners of his mouth before he can swallow, until the lubricant between us is more than just ointment.When the succubus was aroused, so much body fluid could flow from her thighs, Rachel began to moan intermittently, her face was covered with lust, but her brows were tightly frowned, as if she was trying to keep her course in the storm.

"Is it comfortable?" I said, grabbing the base of his cock suddenly.

Rachel finally looked at me, looking bewildered, bewildered, and therefore furious.He said viciously, "No!"

"Where is it uncomfortable?" I laughed unsteadily, "I will correct it if I feel uncomfortable, you have to tell me so that I can serve you."

"I can't..." He took another breath, his voice trembling, "I can't concentrate..."

I wanted him to beg me to let go, but I didn't expect to hear such an answer from Rachel.It's my failure if you can concentrate!I thought so, but couldn't answer.My head thumped for this overly cute answer, and a big mushroom cloud exploded. I let go of my fingers, grabbed his waist and started to sprint.

Rachel screamed the moment I ejaculated, his body arching back into a reflexed bow.My mentor groaned in the fullness of "feeding", his semen spattered on his chest, his cheeks were flushed, his face was dazed, and his tongue could be seen quivering in his open mouth.Now Rachel's face is so alive, so warm, so bewitched, it's no longer a craft or a portrait, it's fit for lying hot in my bed.