After the teacher becomes a succubus

"Come on!" I said cooperatively.

Rachel paused above me for a moment, wondering if she was disappointed by my unscripted reaction.

In fact, when he said similar things to the adventurers who were about to die, and experimental materials, I thought that if those people were not like countless predecessors, who chose to cry for mercy, curse angrily, or forcefully bargain calmly One of the actions, how will Rachel react?It's a pity that his name is too famous, and almost everyone is afraid of death—the death of someone they care about, their own death, or a bad death—so far no one has the courage to stroke the tiger's beard.Relying on myself that I don't have to worry about the above situation for the time being, I simply smashed the cans and smashed to death.

Anyway, I am not afraid of being raped by him, he can't rape me, because I will be very cooperative.

That's called adultery.

I heroically lay on the tiles and looked straight at Rachel, with the awe-inspiring righteousness of "I'm afraid of grass and not being a troubadour".The warmth spell used in the bathroom hadn't arrived yet, and now it seems really prescient.Rachel's gloomy and enjoying expression just now became boring, as if the torture expert had explained all the answers to the prisoner as soon as he entered the door. Although he had achieved his goal, he felt an indescribable loss.

I felt like laughing again, and I did.Immediately, I felt the heat in my crotch, and Little Haiman stood up like a carp.

When Rachel says what he can do, you better believe him.

My leisurely thoughts froze for a moment, and a large amount of hot blood rushed to the other head under the effect of the spell, turning it into a scorching iron rod with blue veins.I glanced down, this thing has completely entered the state, maybe it is a little more exaggerated than when I was at my best.

The key to succubus feeding is body fluid intake, mucous membrane contact, and energy flow brought about by orgasm. The effectiveness of the three increases step by step-so most of the energy I withheld yesterday was not because I didn’t leave the semen in Rachel, but There is no [Enter orgasm while maintaining mucous membrane contact].Therefore, even though he said it so harshly, in the end, he couldn't finish it with a sperm extraction spell.

At least he had to "hold" me while he was doing it.

Rachel stared between my legs, and seemed to be in deep thought for a brief second, wondering if that hideous thing was the old guy I saw yesterday—you know, if a piece of soft meat that has died down is Switching to combat mode within a second, the contrast will be very sharp, as if the creatures on the main material plane were infected by alienation.

"No, Master!" I yelled in pain, as if for real, "Is your spell really okay? I feel like there's something in it! If it hatches something later... ..."

"My spells have no, no, questions, problems!" Rachel said through gritted teeth, like a sensible child who is afraid of the dark, knowing that there are no monsters in the dark, but still wants to beat up the ghost story teller.He retracted the foot that was just on my chest, took a step back, and tried to straddle my crotch.

"Wait!" I really panicked now, "You just sit down like this? You can't get in!"

"I've already prepared it, isn't it the greasy technique?" Rachel said impatiently, lifting up her robe.

There was nothing under his robe.

When my mentor was flying all over the sky on that suspension chair, I thought about whether I would lose my clothes and fly so high.Thoughts about "what's under the robe" can fill half a notebook (not that I really dare to write it down), even if I know rationally that there may be very boring boxers there, I still enjoy it.In some dreams I have seen dimly from the corners of my flying robes, but even the wildest dreams are not as startling as reality.

Rachel's black robe was naked and hollow, and she could see from her thighs to her nipples all the way.He lifted his robe to me, like a queen to her courtiers.The effect of the greasy technique is like the love fluid secreted after arousal, which makes the area between Rachel's legs shiny and slippery.

His skirt, ah bah, robe, his robe fell back quickly, but this image pierced into my head like lightning, echoing endlessly in my mind like a photoshoot.I was tongue-tied and my eyes were straight, looking like a lustful servant.Rachel knelt on my waist with her legs apart, one hand on the ground, and the other to grab my penis.He pokes the thing into the hole and I feel the softness and realize he's really ready.

Not only the greasy technique, Rachel used his fingers to stretch himself, so as to shorten the time required.While I was soaking in the bathtub, he was spreading his legs in the bedroom or even the living room, burying his fingers between them-I can even imagine his expression, bored, tense, and patient, incredible Yeah, that made what he did even more erotic.As long as I washed it, he waited for me with the greasy inside.

I feel that my ability to think has also been greatly affected, and I empathize with Rachel's earlier complaint about the term "unable to concentrate".He quickly found the position and angle, and slowly rode on me.

This position can penetrate very deeply, and the time he spent preparing for it may be far from enough patience, the place is still too tight, and he has to go in slowly.Rachel sank down as if he was facing an enemy, his Adam's apple moved, as if he swallowed.I really wanted to pull his foot and let him slip and fall on top of me.

He doesn't have a slippery foot, but it's about the same.My mentor bit his lip and pressed down, trying to shut out any feeling with a quick movement. I wouldn't be rough with him, he would be.Rachel exhaled tremblingly. Under the physiological mechanism of the succubus, his skin quickly flushed, and his eyes became lax.

I held his waist right now.

My attempt to break the curse began to prepare shortly after I fell to the ground. Despite the huge interference, it was completed at this moment, before Rachel directly used the next spell on me.He frowned, trying to speak or chant, and I started to push up.

I held his hipbones with both hands, lifted him up and put him down again.Like shaking a piece of unfolded clothes, I quickly adjusted Rachel's slightly awkward posture before, and my penis drove straight in smoothly, pushing past the place that brought pleasure.Rachel's tight thighs softened all of a sudden. He was still tense just now, but now his bones have been removed. His body lost his knees and fell forward on top of me.

His hands rested on my chest, and his head and the small horns on it rested on my neck. With the soft hair, it was like a lamb throwing himself into his arms.His lips opened, but he only made an airy sound of "ahhh", as if the trembling of the body cavity caused by the sound at this time was beyond his tolerance.When I started bouncing him like a horse, Rachel's fingers clawed at my chest venting their anger, but the mage's nails were cut round and neat, and it didn't hurt to grab someone.

I feel like a cat is slapping me with a pad of flesh, and I wish I could get my face closer for him to slap me a few more times.

His soft body cavity wrapped around me, as if he had gotten used to my presence, he was aroused very quickly this time.The hot mucous membranes were like melted sugar, and fucking inside brought great ecstasy, and I think he felt the same.Rachel struggled to anchor herself on top of me, cracking nasally with every push I made.He no longer intends to speak, acquiescing to what I am doing now.

But I was unwilling to be lonely, and tried my best to tease him to talk.I love the way he's trying to get out of the fog of pleasure trying to hear what I'm saying, how he has to look at me and realize that what's going on isn't a meal that can be done alone, it's a pas de deux that has to be done with me. "Do I make you feel comfortable?" I repeated the old tune, blowing hot air into his ear, "Do you like it?"

"I don't like it." Rachel gritted her teeth, shook her head vigorously, and said with an emphasis on her tone, "This... the strange feeling that both mental and physical tension has become uncontrollable does not meet the definition of comfort at all."

"How does it feel?" I said, "Tell me."

Even if he sensed the frenzy in my tone, he didn't react.Rachel tried her best to prop up her body in the pleasure, blinking non-stop, trying to gather the spirit that was messed up by the jack.

"Soreness, numbness..." He tried his best to think, as if recording the data of the storm in a violent storm, "It seems, it seems to be falling, my whole body's senses, temperature, perception... all fall to the place you touch The place went, but..."

Rachel's tongue froze for a moment, her brows furrowed deeper, and she tried her best to speak clearly: "But it seems to be...floating? It's like weightlessness, feather fall..."

I've grown up so much, and I've never heard such a simple yet so provocative nasty talk.

My scalp was numb because of Rachel's naive and lewd words, because of his confused expression and hot and humid body cavity.I said firmly, "This is comfort."

"It's not uncomfortable." He looked up at me, and because his tongue was trembling, he could only utter one word at a time, "Uncomfortable!"

But it was a wistful, dissatisfied face.

Once again I felt the thread in my head stretched so tight that Rachel's fingers were still twiddling with it, as if resentful without breaking my sanity.I turned over suddenly, put my palms on the back of his head, threw him to the ground, and suddenly accelerated.

Rachel's neck jerked back impatiently, and I savored his exposed throat unceremoniously.He whimpered and tried to curl up, so I kissed his horns and ears. "This is comfort." I told him word by word, my voice was unusually smooth amidst the great excitement, as if he was teaching in my ear in the past.

"This is the 'pleasure'." I repeated patiently, again and again, "and you like it."