Relentless Teasing and a Day of Sweet Surrender
The afternoon's first period was Chinese class.
After every monthly exam, Lin Xiaoyang's class rearranged the seating. Su Yuqing's new spot was diagonally behind him, and beneath her pleated skirt, those black garter stockings were still soaked with cum—every shift brought a sticky, slick friction from her inner thighs.
The semen sloshed inside the nylons, occasionally leaking out in drips that trailed down her legs. A little puddle had already pooled in her sandals.
She looked focused on the lesson, twirling her pen, but under the desk, her toes sneaked forward. The tip of her sandal grazed his calf ever so lightly.
Lin Xiaoyang sat there pretending to read, but his massive cock throbbed painfully in his pants. The bathroom romp earlier had drained him multiple times, yet the testosterone booster acted like an endless engine—his dick refused to go soft, bulging his school pants into a terrifying tent.
He propped his book up to hide it, faking note-taking. Su Yuqing grew bolder, her sandal sliding up his calf, slipping into his pant leg. The thin straps brushed his skin with a cool tease laced with the musky scent of cum.
He glanced down, grabbed her ankle, and squeezed—a silent warning to behave.
But Su Yuqing just grinned like a sly little fox, her toes wiggling inside his cuff before slowly withdrawing. Then the other foot took over, pressing straight against his inner thigh, her sole grinding softly through the fabric.
Lin Xiaoyang's throat bobbed; a low groan nearly escaped. He shot her a glare loaded with warning.
She blinked innocently, her lips mouthing silently: "Master~ I miss you~"
That sweet, slutty look set his heart racing. His giant cock twitched hard in his pants, the head soaking a wet spot through his underwear.
The whole class dragged on like this, their under-desk flirtation a back-and-forth tease. Her feet rubbed his legs, toes pinching at his pant seams, then she'd kick off her sandal to grind her sheer black-stockinged sole directly against his skin.
Lin Xiaoyang sweated bullets, his notes a scribbled mess. Finally, he snatched her ankle and pinned it to his thigh, holding her still.
Su Yuqing only smiled sweeter, her toes curling playfully in his palm like a coquettish plea.
The bell rang. She packed her bag in a flash and trotted over, looping her arm through his with a syrupy whine: "Master~ Next is PE class~ Let's head to the field~"
He looked down at her, voice low: "You still up for it? Your legs are jelly."
Her cheeks flushed, but she puffed out her chest: "I'm not jelly at all~ It's just... full of Master's stuff inside, so walking feels kinda weird~"
She demonstrated with a deliberate hip sway, her skirt swishing to reveal faint wet streaks on her black-stockinged inner thighs.
PE was free activity. Most kids hit the courts, but Su Yuqing tugged him toward the equipment room in the field corner—tucked behind the school building, usually deserted. Shut the door, and it was their private world.
Inside, she locked it, leaped up to wrap around his neck, and tiptoed for a kiss: "Master~ No one's here~ Can we... do it quick and sneaky~?"
Her lips ignited him. He slammed her onto the mats, flipped up her skirt.
The black garter stockings were drenched enough to wring out, crotch translucent with cum, her pussy lips swollen and everted, still oozing white.
He dove in for a lick—salty cum mixed with her sweet nectar, sending his monster cock to steel-hard max.
Su Yuqing whimpered: "Master... gentle... it's still swollen..."
He ignored her, tongue plunging deep to stir, drawing out another gush of her juices.
Satisfied, he stood, unzipped. His giant sprang free, slapping rigid against her belly.
She stared at the beast, tears welling, but spread her legs wide: "Master... come on... your little wife's pussy... always ready for you to fuck..."
He lifted her ass, aligned the massive head, eased in slow. Cum-lubed, it slid smoother, but still stretched her walls paper-thin.
"Nngh... so full... Master... slower..."
Su Yuqing bit her lip, arms around his neck, black-stockinged legs locked at his waist.
Lin Xiaoyang carried her around the room, fucking with every step—thrusting into her womb on each stride. Mats, vaulting boxes, walls, windows... they marked every corner.
She sobbed in broken cries but clung tight: "Master... I love you... your little wife forever for you to fuck..."
His chest warmed; he slowed, kissing her tear-streaked face: "I love you too... Yuqing..."
He sat on the mat with her straddling, fully impaled, facing each other in a slow grind.
Tears and smiles mixed as she rolled her hips, clamping vise-tight: "Master... this hits so deep... right to my heart..."
They ground away half the period until he growled low, pumping another load—her belly swelling with the flood.
Spent, she collapsed on his chest, voice trembling soft: "Master... your little wife... really gonna get pregnant..."
He kissed her forehead: "Then get pregnant. I'll take care of you."
She bawled harder, yet beamed through happy tears.
PE ended; they snuck back to class.
Last period was self-study. Seated beside him now, Su Yuqing pretended to do homework while her hand sneaked under the desk to grope his crotch.
He caught her wrist, pinned it to his thigh.
She smirked mischievously, tracing circles in his palm to spell: Master~ So hard for so long~ Does it hurt~?
He gazed at her, eyes melting with tenderness.
Grabbing her hand, he laced their fingers and held on through the whole study hall.
Dismissal bell. She packed up, hooked his arm: "Master~ Let's hit downtown~ I want mango pomelo sago~"
He pinched her cheek with a grin: "Let's go."
Hand in hand out the gate, just like any sweet couple.
Crowded subway pressed her ass right against his bulge. The iron-hard monster nudged her cleft, rubbing with every sway.
Her face apple-red, she whispered hot in his ear: "Master... you perv... poking me..."
He nipped her earlobe: "Who told you to wear such a short skirt."
She giggled, grinding back deliberately till he huffed.
At the station, straight to the pedestrian street.
First, bubble tea shop. She ordered mango pomelo sago; they shared a straw, trading sips. Halfway, she left it for him—smeared with her lipstick.
He slurped; sickly sweet.
Then claw machines. She eyed a pink bear, clung to his arm pouting: "Master~ I want that one~"
Twenty-plus coins later, he nabbed it.
She squealed childlike, hugging the bear and pecking his cheek.
Couples' store next. She dragged him in, grabbed matching hoodies.
Changing room: door shut, she pounced for a kiss: "Master~ Empty here~ We could..."
Fire lit, he pinned her to the mirror, hiked her skirt, plunged in from behind. Cramped space glued them tight; the reflection showed their tangled forms.
Biting her lip silent, black-stockinged legs hooked his waist, pussy clenching fierce.
Hand over her mouth, he pumped slow and deep.
Ten minutes in, he growled, flooding her depths.
Legs buckling, she slumped against him gasping: "Master... so thrilling here..."
He kissed her brow: "Little slut."
Clothes bought, park stroll.
Secluded swing: she rocked, he pushed. She kicked back deliberately, black-stockinged toes teasing his bulge.
He snapped, yanked her down to the grass.
Hidden spot; they tumbled together.
She mounted, flipped her skirt, sank fully onto him.
Lip-biting, she twisted her hips with muffled cries: "Master... so deep... hitting my womb..."
He bucked up from below, making her squirt.
Spent, they lay stargazing. Head on his arm, she murmured soft: "Master... today was so fun... even if you fucked me exhausted... I'm so happy..."
He kissed her hair: "Me too."
Her sleeping face soothed the testosterone rage completely.
Replaced by unprecedented gentleness.
He realized: this girl wasn't just his little wife anymore.
She was his girlfriend.
The one he wanted to spoil, fuck, and love forever.
Night breeze; she snuggled closer, mumbling: "Master... tomorrow... fuck me more..."
He chuckled, kissed her: "Every day for life."
Hand in hand homeward, streetlights stretching their shadows long.
Like any lovers in the heat of passion.
Just theirs carried a hint more of cum's scent.