After chatting for a while, soone imdiately said in the group, "In Brisbane, isn’t there a Real Estate building opposite the South Gate?"
"Yes? The second phase will be available for sale soon. There are several ready-to-install luxury villas in the first phase that have not been sold yet."
"The real estate market is in a slump right now. How many people can afford to spend so much money at once to buy a luxury villa?"
"That’s right. The cheapest one costs millions of dollars. Who has that much spare money? If you take out a loan, you’ll be exhausted to death."
"The affordable villas priced in the millions are gone. The few remaining ones are all top-notch luxury models. I rember the lowest ones started at 5 million dollars."
"If you really go to buy a villa there, the girls at the sales office will fuck anyone they like..."
"Nonsense—their commission is more than 100,000 dollars per set."
"If you really go there, you’ll be my patron. I am willing to do whatever you want with in the villa..."
During the discussion, soone else remarked, "Brother Poor Guy is not going to buy a villa, right? If you want one, just tell the group owner directly—it’s his family’s property."
Ryan then added, "Thank you, I will contact him tomorrow."
Lyla and Yana exchanged a subconscious glance; their heartbeats quickened and their breathing beca rapid as they silently shared the sa thought.
Brother Ryan had previously stated that he didn’t want any property under his na...
So, this was about buying them a villa—oh my god...
At that mont, Ryan’s phone rang. It was Yasmin calling. Her voice was as gentle as her nature:
"Ryan, how do you feel now? Are you still in pain?"
"Teacher Yasmin, I’m fine—you don’t have to worry."
Yana and Lyla didn’t even need to eavesdrop to catch Yasmin’s lodious voice, as srizing as the sea.
To them, the conversation seed perfectly normal, just like a call between a teacher and a student, though they had no idea it concealed a mutual sexual interest.
Softly, Yasmin said, "Well, the evening study is over. Co over so I can talk to you about what happened that evening."
"OK!" Ryan replied.
Thinking of those huge breasts, Ryan swallowed his saliva and agreed imdiately. He had originally been worried about who he would sleep with that night—perhaps even considering being more assertive and trying a threeso—but now there was no need to worry.
Ryan hung up the phone and said, "You guys can go back on your own later. I have to go over there."
Lyla imdiately offered, "Brother Ryan, I’ll go with you. What happened tonight is all my fault."
Ryan patted her head gently and shook his head, replying, "No need; you guys go back and rest first."
"Good!" Lyla agreed obediently.
Brisbane University had abandoned its old campus, and its current new campus covered a vast area. For those staying on campus, many places might seem unfamiliar.
The newly built teachers’ dormitory was a completely hotel-style apartnt building. Downstairs, various convenience stores and small restaurants—ones that didn’t operate in the cafeteria—lined the street.
The access control was very strict; if one wished to enter without an access card, the password for the main door had to be entered.
For students, this was an unfamiliar, forbidden area. An elevator, serving just two households, ensured quiet and privacy with excellent sound insulation that would not disturb anyone’s rest.
An apartnt dormitory on the eighth floor welcod students for the first ti.
The two-bedroom, one-living-room layout wasn’t spacious, but the decoration was simple and warm.
The small bedroom was very modest and appeared seldom used, remaining neat and uncluttered. The larger room exuded a strong sense of holiness—everything was well organized, clean, and bright, inviting one to imagine how virtuous the woman living there must be.
In the kitchen, the aroma of chicken soup was very tempting.
Yet, even more tempting was the mature and charming body before him. Yasmin looked very virtuous with her hair tied up.
At that mont, she blushed, bit her silver teeth, and panted, "Little rascal...behave for a while, okay?"
"Not good!" ca his lewd retort.
After entering the room, Ryan stripped naked, then moved behind her, hugging her and licking her ears.
While he rubbed her huge breasts vigorously through her nightgown, the mature woman still carried the lingering fragrance of a recent bath—a scent that ignited Ryan’s desire, leaving him almost uncontrollable.
Her choice to wear a bra even after showering at ho, embodying a sense of conservatism and reserve, served to stimulate the primal urges within him.
Yasmin’s face turned red, her breathing quickened, and her legs weakened. She relented, saying, "Let’s go back to the room!"
The curtains in the living room were drawn, and clothes were casually tossed aside. Lacking any patience, Ryan undressed her completely in the living room.
"Ah..."
Simply caressing one another was enough to send them both into a state of intense excitent.
The young female teacher’s long-suppressed desire was revived—erupting like a volcanic explosion.
They kissed on the sofa, entwined like the branches of an ancient tree, and as soon as their genitals made contact, she was overwheld in no ti.
After several monts of rubbing, Yasmin’s face grew dazed. With a trembling hand, she grasped Ryan’s hard penis and directed it toward her wet, aroused center.
She spread her legs, moaned in satisfaction, and slowly lowered herself, overwheld once more by an intensely full sensation that was simply wonderful.
Ryan excitedly caressed her plump breasts, sucked on her sensitive nipples, and savored their delightful taste without restraint.
With his youthful desire ignited, he suddenly took her snow-white breast into his mouth and began to suck on it, reminiscent of a legendary strawberry.
"Little scoundrel..." Yasmin moaned, her face hazy and her eyes misted with passion. She held Ryan’s head with both hands and did not resist this childish boy.
For won, such an act was also a sign of affection.
Renowned as the best woman in the world—with her 36H luxurious big breasts—she was untroubled by these intimacies.
After all, her husband had already dismissed him as good as dead, so it no longer mattered.
Normally, she dressed very conservatively; not even deep V outfits that revealed half of her breasts or her cleavage ever appeared. Her attire was always modest.
"So sweet!" Ryan humd contentedly, burying his head in her ample breasts and continuing to suck on her flesh to bring her pleasure.
Yasmin moaned and writhed her sexy body; her mature, plump form danced in his strong arms. She used her tight, hot, and juicy vagina to engulf his iron-hard cock repeatedly.
More than ten minutes later, Yasmin, covered in sweat, trembled—stiff and convulsing. She frowned and bit her lower lip, her expression pained, then raised her plump buttocks and seated herself more rapidly.
After repeated, vigorous contact, the area had beco a muddy ss.
At that mont, Ryan could clearly feel her mature, tight vagina beginning to writhe violently.
The tender flesh seed to co alive, contracting wildly and clamping around his penis tightly. Realizing she was nearing orgasm, Ryan imdiately grabbed her full breasts and squeezed them together.
A thought suddenly occurred to him, and he squeezed her two sensitive nipples together, rubbing them against each other...
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