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In the room, Meng Zhu lifted up Bai Lan's face, and the two kissed quietly, like lovers. At this time, Yao Yao felt a hotter and more stuffy breath raging in her ears, and she secretly cursed in her heart. Sure enough, the associate professor's lips kissed her recklessly. The rough stubble rubbed against her pretty cheeks. Yao Yao frowned and closed her eyes. She wanted to grab the associate professor's wrist with both hands, but she didn't expect the associate professor's palms to slide up and grab her breasts at once. His reason was fading away, and Yao Yao was so anxious. Without a bra to cushion the bottom, the associate professor's big hands completely grasped her youthful breasts and caressed them confidently. Although the action was not gentle enough, Yao Yao's small and solid breasts pressed against his palms and continued to harden. "Hmm..." Bai Lan in the room hummed softly and fell down without support. Yao Yao felt the strength starting to dissolve upwards from her feet. She could no longer stand, and her body was sore and limp as she kept sliding down. The associate professor did not try to support her, but instead followed her down. Yao Yao's center of gravity tilted, and she had to hold onto the wall with both hands, with her face pressed against her elbows. The associate professor squatted beside her, like two frogs hiding by the door, one in front and one behind. The associate professor used his teeth to gnaw on the back of her neck, and both of them gasped for breath at the same time. "Oh... don't do that..." Yao Yao refused weakly. But it was obvious that the associate professor did not intend to accept her suggestion, because one of his left hands had left her breasts and reached into the hem of her shirt. Yao Yao's shorts were being washed in the washing machine, and under her shirt were her briefs, the last line of defense, but her hands were still on the wall, so the associate professor easily pinched her swollen pubic mound with two or three fingers. "Teacher..." Yao Yao wanted to close her legs, but it was too late. "Hmm... Hmm..." The associate professor's breath was very urgent, and the touch of the wet cotton made him even more excited. Yao Yao was embarrassed, and she hurriedly explained: "It was because I just knocked over the water... Um..." No one cared about what she wanted to explain, because before she finished speaking, the associate professor's fingers had already hooked the lace of her panties and stirred in her small slit. "Ah... Ah... Don't... Don't do this..." Yao Yao was so soft that she couldn't speak: "Teacher..." The associate professor's heavy breathing kept echoing behind her head, and his right hand also slid down, and both hands touched and teased at the same time, making Yao Yao's vagina sticky. She could only bite her teeth and sob in hatred. As she touched, one of the two hands suddenly disappeared. Yao Yao suddenly felt a little empty. Why didn't the teacher touch her? The associate professor's body was stirring behind her, rustling. After a while, the missing hand reappeared, this time touching her buttocks and pulling her panties to one side. Her entire vagina felt cold and could not cover anything. Then his two hands moved forward and backward, digging everywhere, making her almost lose her soul. As he dug, Yao Yao began to feel that the associate professor's fingers had become strange. What was strange about them? Yao Yao couldn't tell. In fact, she couldn't think at all. Her whole body was hot as if smoking. But soon Yao Yao knew what was strange. Yao Yao felt that the associate professor's unusually large finger was trying to get into her vagina. The finger was so big, so big... Yao Yao knew immediately that it was not a finger, it was...
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