Her small tongue curled, "slurping" away, her little nose pressed close, a faint fragrance hitting Long Gen, making him buzz with excitement.
Like he'd eaten honey, he was thrilled. He thought taking Xiaofang down might hit some snags, but damn, she was lonely and eager, meeting him halfway!
The hard part was starting, and now that was done, the rest… heh heh!
Snickering inwardly, his big tongue tangled with Xiaofang's, like two snakes wrestling, sucking hard on her sweet juices.
His hands didn't idle, sliding up her belly. Her skin was smooth, tight, her towering cotton-ball tits bouncy as hell. A pinch, a press, his fingertips teasing her cherry-red nipples.
The pink buds stood proud atop her snowy peaks, surrounded by coin-sized dark red areolas, bumpy like goosebumps under his touch.
"Mmph, ugh…" Her hot body melted in Long Gen's hands, waves of tingling pain shooting through her, her head buzzing like a freight train.
*Slurp!*
His big tongue hooked hers, sucking fiercely, gulping down the sweet nectar. His hand slid down to her thighs.
Young girls, once they've tasted dick, get fired up fast. Her body burned like she had a fever, whimpering, her arms clinging to Long Gen, lips smacking like she didn't know what she was kissing. Her half-closed eyes shimmered with lust.
"Ugh, mmph…"
Xiaofang wore tight jeans, hugging her curves. They felt springy, round, and balanced, her pale feet peeking out like green onions.
"Damn, kissing got you this wet." His fingers grazed her crotch—drenched, like she'd pissed herself, steaming hot. Long Gen was stunned. He'd come at the right time. 'Gotta help Xiaofang out. Long nights like this, how's she gonna cope…'
"Xiaofang, your pants are soaked. I'll take 'em off, or you'll catch rheumatism from all that dampness." He gently laid her on the bed, eyeing her heaving chest, a glimpse of pale cleavage slipping out. His cock surged in his pants.
Undoing her buttons, her slim waist and flat belly came into view. Snow-white skin, smooth as hell, with a cute navel and two curly black hairs swaying with her breaths.
*Squelch, squelch.*
He slid off her pants, revealing glossy, jade-like legs. So damn white, her skin looked fragile, like it'd break with a touch.
Pink panties hugged her plump pussy lips, a faint slit outlined in the center, topped with a lush forest of curly hairs, bursting with life!
Fucking gorgeous!
*Gulp!* Long Gen swallowed hard, his hand diving down.
"Mmph," Xiaofang's body twisted, grabbing her tits seductively. "Little Long, no… ugh, this is school…" She turned, a massive white melon spilling out.
Long Gen's eyes locked on, no way he could hold back. He grabbed her crotch without hesitation.
"Ah…" A muffled moan escaped, her lips clenched, a desperate craving surging inside.
Maybe only *that* would feel good.
*Bang, bang, bang!*
Suddenly, the door pounded, startling the two mid-passion. Xiaofang nearly leapt off the bed.
"Xiaofang, you there? I brought you some braised pork. Open the door quick!" Chen Tiansong's voice came from outside.
Xiaofang yanked up her pants, glaring at Long Gen, cursing inwardly, 'Why am I so weak? Every time I'm with this bastard, I lose control!'
"Chen Tiansong?" Long Gen whispered.
The old saying goes, "No kindness without a motive—either a crook or a thief!" They were from the same village, but not close enough for this. The Chen family were stingy as hell, like Zhou the Skinflint. What good could this old creep want with Xiaofang?
"Does he bother you a lot?" Long Gen got off the bed, asking quietly.
"Yeah, he's annoying." Xiaofang nodded, her brows furrowed with disgust.
Long Gen's eyes narrowed, a glint of menace flashing.
You fucked your wife and didn't learn, now you're after Xiaofang? Don't blame me for getting nasty. I took down your big brother—think I'm scared of a punk like you?
"Little Long, fix the bed. I'll open the door." Xiaofang wiped her face with a cloth, feeling presentable, then went to answer.
Hiding someone wasn't a big deal. Chen Tiansong knew Long Gen was "dumb" and "impotent." Even if he stripped, it'd be fine.
*Knock, knock, knock.* The door rattled again.
"Coming, coming," Xiaofang called.
Opening the door, a meaty aroma hit. Long Gen sniffed—smelled good, steam rising from the bowl.
"Teacher Chen, what's this? You don't need to bring me food. I can cook." Xiaofang was polite but annoyed.
She wasn't dumb. Whenever Chen Tiansong had a chance, he'd find excuses to be alone with her, staring at her tits like he was stripping her naked.
"No need for 'Teacher Chen,' call me uncle!" Chen Tiansong glared, faking anger. "We're from the same village, no need to be formal. Just some meat, worth pennies."
His mouth said one thing, but his shifty eyes locked on Xiaofang's tits. Damn, those mounds wobbled like they'd collapse, jiggling with every step. If she ran, those white globs would bounce like crazy. Gotta feel so good to squeeze!
Her pretty face flushed with a rosy glow, like a big apple, begging for a bite.
"Ha!"
Someone burst from behind Xiaofang, charging like a beast at Chen Tiansong.
Chen Tiansong paled, stumbling back. Calming himself, he saw it was just Long Fool. What the hell was he doing here?
"Heh, Uncle Tiansong, eaten… eaten yet?" Long Gen grinned, drool dripping, looking like a complete moron.
Chen Tiansong rolled his eyes, puffing his chest, brushing dust off his sleeve. Hands behind his back, he sneered, "Long Fool, what're you doing in town? Not scared of getting snatched by traffickers?"
"Oh, wait, my bad. You're a fool—traffickers wouldn't even bother with you!"
Xiaofang frowned. "Little Long's here to see me, brought me some stuff."
"Oh." Chen Tiansong's tone dripped with sarcasm. "Didn't expect a fool to know manners, huh? Knows not to visit empty-handed."
Xiaofang's brow furrowed. Little Long was her man, from the same place—how dare he talk shit? So damn rude for a teacher!
"Heh, heh," Long Gen kept up the idiot grin, staring blankly. His eyes caught a kettle on the side, electric rod sparking inside, about to boil. An idea hit. "Uncle Tiansong, sit, sit…"
Bowing like a lackey, he pulled Chen Tiansong to a low plastic stool. Long Gen saw it—Chen's crotch was bulging, eyes glued to Xiaofang's round, perky ass. Fury boiled inside.
Fucking dog, eyeing my woman like that? You wanna die?
'Gotta teach Chen Tiansong a lesson. I can't guard Xiaofang all the time—what if something happens to her?'
"Long Fool, you little shit, how'd you break my brother's leg? Visited him in the hospital—leg's done for. I get pissed just looking at you!" Sitting, Chen fantasized about Xiaofang's ass, wanting to grope it, only then noticing Long Gen nearby. His mood soured.
Fuck, I've been working Xiaofang for days. Today, I'm fucking her—she's so tender, gotta feel amazing! This bastard's ruining it!
"Uncle Tiansong, I… I didn't mean to. Really, really didn't…" Long Gen stepped back, feigning fear.
Xiaofang was about to defend him.
Then, Long Gen's foot flicked, and the kettle flew like it had eyes, aimed at Chen Tiansong. The lid popped, and a gush of boiling water splashed onto his bulging crotch!
"Ah!" A pig-like scream erupted. Chen Tiansong's face twisted, clutching his crotch, hopping in pain.
"Ah! It hurts, it hurts!" He stomped, clutching until he realized holding it made the burn worse. Ignoring the others, he yanked off his pants and underwear. His once-hard cock shriveled like a worm!
"Help! Come quick! Chen Tiansong's a pervert! He's a pervert! Come see, come see!" Long Gen bolted out like a madman, yelling at the door like a lunatic, loud as a street vendor's megaphone.
Xiaofang froze, knife in hand, glancing at Long Gen running out, then at Chen Tiansong, pants down, his shriveled black dick in view. Her face burned, confused about what Long Gen was playing at.
His voice carried—it was lunchtime, most teachers were in their rooms. Hearing "Chen Tiansong's a pervert," the hallway filled with people rushing over.
"Chen Tiansong, you call yourself a teacher?" A small, bespectacled old man stormed over, landing a hard slap.
*Smack!* Chen nearly fell.
"No, wait, let me explain… ouch…"
"Explain what? What'd you do to Xiaofang, you bastard?" A woman's voice roared, face full of rage, throwing another slap. *Smack!*
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