537. Student Practices 81

Hansol became even sweeter to the hand movements of the disciple who drove around in his panties while cooling off.

What should not be forbidden.

The excitement of not sneaking up on them overwhelms all the risks. Hansol was extremely excited about what was happening at school in broad daylight.

‘Ha · · ·. I can't believe I'm doing this with a trainee. ’

Hansol thought he was crazy.

It was always the life of a nerd.

I've always worked hard, and I've only been obsessed with promotions enough to hear the sound of a poisonous bitch in a teaching position.

I get nauseous every time I see men who can't work, drink well, kiss their asses, and do politics after work.

He cried out that public officials should focus on their skills in order to achieve a fair society. It was a life that ran hotter than anyone else to break the glass ceiling.

But now he has volunteered to be a spoiled brat.

I seduced a young teacher in blue and enjoyed the impact of sneaking around and having sex during work hours.

It wasn't the glass ceiling that was broken, it was his virgin veil.

The voice that cried out to the fair community was just a loud moan.

It was, in a word, pure corruption.

“Ha 'ang, do, Dorhoon · · · I feel crazy. ”

Crazy.

I just have to say I'm crazy.

You said you didn't know that a late thief was leaking, and you were right.

After experiencing the orgasm, the bomb seems to have exploded in her mind. Everything I've worked for so far has been for nothing. I regretted why I didn't know how much fun I was having.

I was old enough to be Cinnamon, and I felt sad for a beautiful young day. With regret that I had wasted half my life, the original psychology was triggered to save the rest of my life.

‘It's okay, it's like a reward for living like a stupid cow. ’

While Hansol was rationalizing himself, he remembered the painful past.

‘Yoon Ha, that fucking bitch. ’

The scar I forgot reminded me of Smurf.

The memories of the past sinking down there suddenly stick their heads out.

The pretentious groaning of my ex-wife who occasionally went into mandatory defence.

At the time, I thought my wife didn't like sex.

At least once a week, I had sex with my child and then increased every month. Later on, it was an annual event level.

I stepped back with all sorts of excuses, rather than having my period soon, because I was not in a good mood.

So I thought I was really not interested in sex.

But why?

She really was the embodiment of sex.

She was the lover of all and the owner of a whore-like mind.

Everyone but you was a slutty local slut.

She was a natural born whore who mourned when she went in.

When he was returning to his hometown, they enjoyed a dry cassette even in the car that buried him in a reservoir.

‘Twas a bitch, a fucking bitch. Like a fucking she-camel. ’

A moment passed by something in his memory.

Asrai's floating debris flashes and appears.

‘Wait, maybe then · · ·. ’

Human memories are highly selective.

Some things leave clear traces in the brain, just like yesterday's footage, even after many years.

In his head, the situation at that time was regenerated.

Near the reservoir.

The two men and women who had just committed the crime were much more reminded than usual.

Fear that the culprit might be found, and the confidence that he would never think of, because he tied a ghost to his arm and leg made both of them excited.

The lack of a body is admired for its swift disposal, based on the thin knowledge of the law.

The two over-excited people couldn't stand the excitement and ate like animals in the car. And Lee Jungwoo, who was immortalized at the time, was staring at him with bloodshot eyes.

‘Yeah, I think those two bitches were saying something during sex. ’

Although I don't remember the Ambassador exactly, it was definitely a discussion about their future alibi and what to do next. Now that I think about it, it was also crucial evidence to reverse Yoon-ha's statement that she had followed the cancer burial by threats and coercion.

‘Yes, there was a black box in the car. I'm sure the conversation was recorded. ’

He trembled for a moment.

I felt like I had the decisive key to prevent my wife's innocence.

But I hesitated to tell Rossi.

‘Wait. If I tell Rossi about this. · · · ’

Obviously the trial will be overturned again.

And Yoon will be arrested and punished as planned.

‘· · · But is this really getting punished? ’

I was a woman with no remorse.

I refused to be a co-offender and bought someone else.

The malice made me tremble.

If she had confessed to all her sins and chosen to go to prison, there would still be something left to ignore and forgive. But she refused even the last chance, and she had the audacity to go back to her daughter's share.

It was an assumption, but the lesson was inevitable.

It was not enough.

I could never forgive the woman who covered me with another sin.

‘Let's think about this later. I have a choice, after all. ’

He wakes up and returns to reality.

In front of her eyes was Hansol, whose stockings were torn apart like he was raped. As if only the crotch would tear the rats apart, the fetid fluid flows down the line through the treacherous stockings.

“Turn around.”

He puts Hansol against the wall, then zips it up and grabs the bulging object.

‘If you want to get stuck like that, that's fine. ’

Turning around, Hansol's seductive backside resembled his ex-wife.

My wife also had a torn body.

I couldn't see my face, so I imagined it.

‘Cocksuckers rule with cock clubs, yeah. ’

He grabs the lower abdomen with one hand and presses down on the butt with the other hand and sticks the object in.

“Ow!”

Hansol's "48394", which was not filled with an extremely excited object, was sucked into it.

“Oh, it hurts! ”

I have to be sick.

His chewing was particularly rough and aggressive.

For a beginner who had just taken off Adada and tasted the sex, his objection was so huge. It was a fucking club, for sure.

“Should I take it off? ”

He asked me nasty.

It was a rumor as to where he dared to go.

It was the dominant mind that you could refuse me.

“Oh, no · · · Joe, slow down a little bit. ”

Hansol wanted hot sex, but he didn't want it to be all fake. We wanted to enjoy each other's bodies more, and start them smoothly.

However, the lesson of opening the lid because of Yoon-ha began to piston mercilessly, as if avenging a woman's species.

“Don't let it hurt. ”

Puck!

A pillar-like object protrudes out like a racing car on a grass axel. It was so hard that Hansol was pounding his head on the wall.

“Hak!”

“Just bear with the pain. ”

Puebuck!

I hit the object with all my strength again.

Like the body check of an American football player, Hansol's awkward body collapsed without cause after charging as hard as he had a strong body on 185.

“Ahhhh!”

“I'm gonna fucking stake you, so just give it to me! ”

Phew! Phew!

As she began to chew, Hansol was suffocated. The object that was pushed so hard as to tear the hole was the weapon itself.

‘Ha, ha, ha, ho, why is he so excited? ’

It was not the lesson I saw last week. I knew the technique was brilliant, but the sex now was extremely violent. I felt like I was being raped as I ran like I was breaking myself.

“Ugh, do, dohoon, haaang! ”

He shoved the object without compassion, as if Hansol were his ex-wife.

Fuck you, bitch! Bitch wouldn't be cool if I fucked her up. ’

[State, master. That's a little harsh, don't you think?]

"Huh?

[This will hurt your vagina · · ·.]

Rossi's advice made him snap out of it.

I realized that I was releasing my hatred for Yunchang to Amon Hansol.

[You're not your usual master. Why don't you be a little more considerate? Ms. Han doesn't seem to have much experience playing SM yet · ·.]

‘I see. I guess I was too excited. ’

The rational discipline slows down slowly.

And then I kissed her face in the name of forgiveness.

“I'm sorry. I was too rough, wasn't I? ”

“Oh, no. You must be very excited. ”

“I have an urgent feeling. · · ”

“Don't worry. No one comes here in class. ”

“It hurt a lot, didn't it? ”

“A little bit? But it's okay. Never mind.”

Hansol was fiery as if there was a fire underneath, but he couldn't bear to ruin the atmosphere. However, he did not even know that his frowned face was clearly taking the pain.

I felt even more sorry for the lesson when I saw him.

‘Damn, I think I really hurt my vagina · ·. Rossi, what do we do? ’

[Hmm, what should I do? · · · · Write an item.]

"What?"

[Why, you don't have the ‘First Aid Kit’ item from the last overnight unit mission?]

‘Oh, right. ’

He slowly removed the object while transporting the item into his pocket.

“Sir, would you like to lie on the floor? ”

“Who, lying down? ”

“Yes. I feel like my legs are twitching when I stand up. ”

“Ugh, yeah. ”

When Hansol lay on the bottom, he hurriedly took out the item.

The first aid kit, which looked like a small pouch, had a red cross carved on the outside of the glass case size.

How do I use this? ’

[Open the interior.]

As he carefully opened the kit, he found ointments, bandages, and pills in plastic containers.

[A 'flesh-eating ointment’ treats surface injuries such as abrasions, cuts and bruises. Special compression bandages repair cracked bones and broken places.]

What is this pill? ’

[Red pills significantly reduce pain with internal organs and blue pills. Each item is consumable and should be used with care.]

So, vaginal wound healing is just a fattening ointment? ’

[Yes. Wounds with less than 20% injury rate heal immediately.]

He quickly squeezes the ointment in his hand so that Hansol doesn't notice, and then touches her around her vagina.

“Oh, it stings. ”

Hansol complains of pain as he pushes his finger into his vagina to see if it's already hurt.

“I'm sorry, I'm trying to do it by hand. ”

“I like it better than my hands. ”

“Yes. Right away. ”

A lesson already applied ointment inside the vagina was posed for reinsertion.

Are you gonna be okay? ’

[Yes, the first aid kit is an item in the heavenly world that maximizes the body's ability to regenerate. The wound will heal in an instant.]

‘Phew. Thank goodness. I have an item.’

[But why did you do it? Un-fucking-believable.]

‘I guess I got too excited. ’

[· · · · · ·.]

Rossi pauses and advises in a serious voice.

[If this is about Miss Yoon-ha, you should take care of yourself. Not everyone is the same. You shouldn't let someone hurt you.]

‘Yes, you're right. ’

The disciple reflected.

He unconsciously remembered his former wife in the form of an adulterous Hansol, and blamed himself for pouring out his anger on a violent person.

‘I'll do my best from now on. I'm so sorry about Hansol. ’

After fixing his mind, he tried to insert slowly.

It was much smoother and more relaxed than before.

“You okay?"

“Haaang, it doesn't hurt anymore. ”

Hansol was satisfied with the second insertion because he believed the pain was not sufficiently preheated. I pressed the object with slow but heavy pressure.

“Huff, puff, puff, puff, I love it. ”

“Teacher, I like it too. ”

“Ahh, how could I not know this? ”

“What?”

“If I had known sex was so good, I would have been young. · · ”

“You're still young. Like a 20-year-old girl.”

“Oww.”

Hansol was ashamed, but he meant what he said.

Simply put, she was an unopened woman on the second-hand market. The elasticity of the vagina, which was old, but never used, was as elastic as that of young women.

The human body is also consuming.

As knee cartilage wears off as you get older, vaginal wrinkles are loosened gradually. Muscle tightening can be maintained, but it cannot be the same as the feeling of a woman who has had thousands of sex in her life.

He thanked Hansol for giving up the virgin he cared about and put the object into his heart.

Bang, bang, bang.

Every time you dig into the giant cock hole, a wet sound echoes. Though I repaired her quickly, the lesson of feeling sorry for Hansol who hurt her vagina did his best to win her back.

"Let's not be angry with other women about my ex-wife anymore. There are so many good women in the world. She's not bad, she's a bitch. Vengeance is not a matter of time, but how desperately you repay me. Yoon Ha, I'd rather make you beg me to send you to hell. ’

In retrospect, he embraced Hansol.

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