Jiang Yun finally arrived at Dong Han Academy. As for tuition, of course, that was out of the question, since Jiang Yun was Zuo Ci.
The people who wanted Jiang Yun to be their teacher did so because they paid him. This time, Jiang Yun is offering the job for free, and the Donghan Academy is extremely grateful.
How could I possibly take Jiang Yun's money? After all, the courses taught by Jiang Yun were tailored to individual students.
Jiang Yun, of course, taught separately to boys and girls. He casually tossed a few secret manuals to the boys, and they were completely absorbed in the art.
Jiang Yun's first student today is, of course, our Miss Diao Chan, while Jiang Yun's other students are watching from the sidelines.
The boys had already gone outside to practice martial arts. Jiang Yun looked at Diao Chan in front of him.
At this moment, Jiang Yun came to the bottom of Diao Chan's short skirt and immediately reached inside.
Jiang Yun embraced Diao Chan's voluptuous body, caressed her plump, white buttocks, and played with her swollen, thick, honey-like lips.
The vibrant, pulsating pearl-like flower buds and the gushing spring nectar brought Jiang Yun's desire to an uncontrollable climax.
Suddenly, Jiang Yun pressed his lips to Diao Chan's half-open, honey-scented lips.
"ah..."
Diao Chan's lower body trembled sensitively, and she let out a low moan. Jiang Yun imitated the actions of a male donkey teasing a female donkey.
She stuck out her tongue and licked upwards from below the petals of her honey lips. After only two or three licks, Diao Chan's body trembled slightly.
Her body was constantly leaking spring water and honey-like fluids. Diao Chan was too sensitive, and Jiang Yun buried his face between Diao Chan's snow-white thighs.
Lick the joint of the pearl flower stems with your tongue from bottom to top.
"Ah...it's so itchy...ah..."
Diao Chan's waist floated up, in sync with the movement of Jiang Yun's tongue.
Then she repeated it again, pressing the tip of Jiang Yun's tongue tightly against the narrow gap and desperately sliding it up and down continuously.
Diao Chan was already trembling. She slightly straightened her thighs and swayed her waist. Her spring water and honey had already smeared her beautiful vaginal canal until it was shiny.
Jiang Yun pressed her lips to his, sucking on the sweet nectar with loud noises.
At the same time, he inserted the tip of his tongue deep into the passage of her beautiful vagina, and Diao Chan's spring water and honey gushed forth once again.
The tongue tip was submerged, and Jiang Yun stretched out her tongue and licked even harder, wanting to satisfy herself.
Wanting Diao Chan to experience the greatest pleasure in his hands, Jiang Yun boldly spread Diao Chan's beautiful, long, and snow-white legs even wider.
He began to suck on each of Diao Chan's symmetrical, honey-colored lips petals one by one with the tip of his tongue.
"Ah...ah...ah...you're licking...it feels so good on Diao Chan...oh..."
Diao Chan couldn't help but cry out as Jiang Yun's tongue licked and savored her.
Hot, sweet fluids kept gushing from Diao Chan's body, and Jiang Yun buried his face between Diao Chan's legs.
He let the dark, fluffy grass brush against his face, deeply inhaling the intoxicating fragrance unique to the private parts of a mature and sexy woman.
Jiang Yun licked Diao Chan's thick, fragrant hair with his lips and tongue, kissed her protruding mons pubis, and kissed and licked her thick, smooth, honey-like lips.
Use the tip of your tongue to part the smooth, wet petals of her labia, and kiss and lick her delicate, cardamom-like clitoris.
Diao Chan's small clitoris became erect from Jiang Yun's kisses and licks, and then Jiang Yun pushed the tip of his tongue into Diao Chan's flower passage.
Gently stirring and scraping the wrinkled inner wall of the flower path, Jiang Yun cupped Diao Chan's fair and plump buttocks.
He thrust his tongue as far as possible into Diao Chan's flower passage, sucking and licking the smooth, delicate inner walls of her passage. Diao Chan's flower passage was truly wondrous.
The inner walls were smooth and wrinkled, and streams of lustful fluid flowed out from the depths of Diao Chan's flower path like a babbling brook, causing Diao Chan's whole body to tremble as if she had been electrocuted.
Subconsciously, she bent her smooth, white thighs and raised her plump buttocks even higher, so that Jiang Yun could more thoroughly kiss, lick, and suck the inner walls of Diao Chan's flower passage.