"Ah?"
Qiao Yuxin looked ashad and flustered.
"How can a teacher lift her skirt in front of you."
"Don’t misunderstand , Ms. Qiao, this is to make contact with your skin for better acupressure stimulation."
I’m not lying to her; the effect through clothing is nowhere near as good as direct contact.
"But... hiss..."
Qiao Yuxin was still a bit hesitant.
But the cramping pain in her abdon struck again, causing her to wince in pain and instantly compromise.
"Alright then, let’s proceed with your treatnt, but you’ll have to close the clinic door and don’t look around."
"Okay, Ms. Qiao."
Inside, I was extrely excited and quickly closed the clinic door.
At this mont.
Qiao Yuxin’s fair fingers had already grasped the hem of her dress, gently pulling it upwards.
Her slender, white legs gradually revealed themselves, smooth and straight, outlining graceful curves and beauty.
Accompanied by a faint fragrance.
As she approached her mysterious area, Qiao Yuxin’s face turned crimson, almost dripping blood.
"Zhang Yang, look away, don’t stare at like that."
I couldn’t help but say, "Ms. Qiao, we need to look anyway; turning away is like covering one’s ears while stealing a bell."
"Well, that seems right too."
Qiao Yuxin couldn’t argue back.
She had no choice but to bite her fragrant lips and close her eyes under my gaze, pulling her skirt completely up to her waist.
Her curves were exceptionally delicate.
The enticing mysterious area was wrapped in a pale pink lace underwear.
Her shapely hips were extrely round.
The flat abdon was incredibly smooth, with a belly button shaped like a jewel.
Her willow-like graceful waist was barely held within grasp, making my excitent surge.
Yet Qiao Yuxin exhaled her breath like orchids, clearly a bit tense and nervous.
She had never lifted her skirt like this in front of a man before.
"Is this alright, Zhang Yang?"
Qiao Yuxin’s voice trembled with shyness.
"Not enough, Ms. Qiao, the skirt needs to be lifted above the chest."
How could I miss such an opportunity to admire Ms. Qiao’s beautiful body.
"Is, is it like this?"
Qiao Yuxin bit her fragrant lips, hesitating for a mont.
Yet she raised her hand and lifted the skirt thoroughly above her chest.
Her cotton bra couldn’t contain those two soft large mounds at all.
Not only were they delicate and smooth but had a naturally round shape.
Because her skin was thinner, a few fine capillaries could be seen.
"Yes, that’s enough, I’ll start pressing now."
I swallowed wildly as my heart swelled with excitent.
My large hands once again covered her smooth abdon.
In an instant, the astonishingly smooth skin was transmitted to my hands.
Like a peeled egg, the texture felt absolutely amazing.
As I stimulated her acupoints.
Qiao Yuxin gradually showed a more relaxed expression.
"So comfortable, Zhang Yang, you weren’t lying."
"I wouldn’t deceive Ms. Qiao, but I’ll increase the pressure to stimulate other surrounding acupoints."
Seeing her gradually relax, I reached toward her chest.
That area was too tempting, the texture must be even better than her abdon.
Qiao Yuxin’s eyelashes trembled, clearly noticing my mischievous behavior.
But the warm hands brought wave after wave of tingling pleasure, making her bite her fragrant lips and sowhat enjoy it.
This tacit approval also emboldened .
"Ms. Qiao, there’s an important acupoint here, I need to press it."
In the next mont, I pushed aside her cotton bra.
The two soft mounds suddenly bounced out.
The milk scent filled the air with a slight sway.
The two protruding spots were like pink cherries, enticingly attractive.
Feeling the tension below, my fiery hands imdiately covered them.
Soft! Tender! Flexible!
The texture was just too wonderful!
Unlike Li Fengdie’s bouncy and Tang Xueyao’s perky ones.
Qiao Yuxin’s softness had an extra sense of lightness and fluffiness.
When pressed down, they needed a delay of one or two seconds to bounce back.
The unique exquisite texture made feel so comfortable that even my pores opened up!
"Ah!"
Qiao Yuxin realized after the fact, letting out a light tremble, her face reddened with sha as she glared at .
"Zhang Yang, how can you touch a teacher’s chest."
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