I Really don't Fish for Men in Infinite Streaming

3.14

14. Spring Dreams and Restlessness

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In the dimly lit sports equipment room, a beautiful spring scenery appears behind the cabinet shelves.

"Don't...hum..."

The coquettish murmur is gentle and gentle, swinging in the room, arousing passion and stirring people's heartbeats.

There was another sound of "Ah", and the soul was taken away like a hook. The body seemed to be under a spell, and it was bewitched to step closer and peek through the clutter on the cabinet shelf to peek at the forbidden spring light behind.

The person lying on the gymnastics mat was suppressed, but his cold facial features were extremely colorful. His eyes were smoky, his brows were slightly frowned, his lips were lightly parted, and he looked uncomfortable but extremely happy. His upper body was well-dressed, with a shirt and tie. Slightly messy, but still neatly wrapped around the skin, but looking down, you can see that the lower body is the opposite of wanton.

The pants were down to the knees, and the tightly clamped thighs, plump buttocks and the private parts of the legs were all white and pink, incredibly beautiful.

Especially the blooming female hole, which was rubbed bright red by a big hand, the labia were open, the clitoris was swollen, and crystal water gurgled from the hole...

"Stop...don't rub..."

The soft and charming plea, the voice trembled, pitiful, but the body was in another situation.

The water is flowing and the penis is erect. It is obvious that I am enjoying it very much, and even the red mole next to the hole is trembling.

Such a refusal and a welcome, a half push and a half acceptance, make people's hearts itch so much, their blood is so excited that they want to do something more extreme immediately to make the other party scream louder.

The taste in that wet hole must be extremely ecstasy.

Finally, I couldn't bear it any longer, so I picked up my steps again, intending to go around the cabinet shelf and touch that person...

"boom!"

Sheng Jin woke up from his dream and suddenly raised his head from the table.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." A timid voice came from the side. It was his deskmate who had dropped his book and was tremblingly apologizing to him.

Sheng Jin frowned, his face was dark, his neck was red with sweat, and he was still in a hazy state where he had not completely recovered from his dream.

People on the side thought he was angry, shaking like a sieve.

Sheng Jin ignored him at all. To be precise, he was still immersed in the wet and hot dream just now.

A familiar clear voice rang out from above his head, recalling his consciousness: "The meaning of this question must be brought into the original text for analysis..."

Sheng Jin raised his head and saw Luo Xuejin, who was writing sideways on the blackboard. He was tall and straight, and he lectured seriously, taking on the role of a young and elegant Chinese teacher well.

He was the only one in the class who knew that the cold and solemn teacher looked completely different when he was pressed on the gymnastics mat and kneaded by Mu Zizhou in the equipment room yesterday.

Like melted snow, it is clear and pure, and the ripples are endless.

His debauched and indulgent attitude even caused him to have an erotic dream in class, causing him to get a shameful erection.