Steamy Titjob in the Bathroom
Liu Yan had been wanting to chat with Zhang Li anyway. She smiled brightly at the suggestion, nodded, and stood up. "Alright, let's go."
The two women entered the office building and climbed to the second floor. Liu Yan suddenly frowned and said, "Teacher Zhang, I need to use the restroom."
She hurried into the women's bathroom right by the stairwell, slipped into the first stall, hiked up her skirt, and pulled down her panties. Soon, a clear stream of urine gushed out from below.
After finishing, Liu Yan wiped the droplets from her pussy lips with some tissue. To her surprise, a thrill of excitement stirred within her. Lately, she didn't know what had come over her—her desires had been raging out of control. Just touching herself down there got her aroused, craving a man's cock to plunge inside. Maybe it's because my period's almost here, she thought.
Feeling her pussy twitching eagerly inside, secreting slick juices, Liu Yan didn't dare wipe any longer. She quickly pulled up her panties and stepped out of the stall, ready to leave the bathroom. But then—a thud echoed from inside one of the stalls. She jumped, startled. Glancing over, she saw the door to the farthest stall was closed. Is someone else in here? The office building should be empty at this hour, she wondered suspiciously. But with Zhang Li waiting back in the office, she didn't dwell on it and left.
Once Liu Yan was gone, a giggle erupted from the innermost stall. A stunning teacher radiating mature allure crouched on the floor, while a tall, strapping male student stood before her, leaning against the plastic partition. His face had been etched with lingering fear moments ago, but now it melted into pure bliss.
His pants were yanked down to his knees, exposing hairy thighs and, at their root, a cock rivaling an adult's in size—rock-hard, veined with bulging ridges, crowned by a dark bush of pubic hair on his heavy balls. That egg-sized glans was engulfed in the beauty's dainty mouth, bobbing in and out with wet sucking sounds.
The boy gazed down as the ravishing woman cradled his throbbing shaft in her pale, silky hands, devouring it like a musician playing a seductive melody. Unable to resist, he cradled her head, thrusting deeper into her warm mouth. Her nimble tongue coiled around his cock like a serpent, sending waves of ecstasy rivaling a tight pussy fuck. Triumph swelled in his chest.
This was San Zhong's sluttiest, most wanton teacher—coveted by countless men. Yet here she was, his personal plaything under his crotch. The panic of nearly being caught by Liu Yan faded fast.
This lewd teacher-student duo was none other than Ma Jun and Li Wen. Earlier, Ma Jun had left the cafeteria, debating whether to head home for a nap, when he spotted Li Wen waiting under a nearby tree. Drawn like a magnet, he approached. Before he could demand why she'd broken their deal, she dragged him into the women's restroom on the office floor, yanked down his pants, and started jerking his cock.
Li Wen's footjob back in the cafeteria had already revved him up. Seeing her so eager and proactive, Ma Jun shelved his questions for the moment, savoring the sexy teacher's attentions. But in his excitement, his head bumped the partition—nearly alerting Liu Yan in the next stall.
Li Wen's blowjob skills were masterful, honed to perfection—leagues beyond Zhang Li's. Her tongue danced with lethal precision, always hitting Ma Jun's most sensitive spots. She might be a lousy teacher at school, but in bed, she was a peerless sex instructor, always surprising him with new delights.
Her mind-melting oral prowess only reminded him of that KTV boss lady's handjob at Dihao—Bai Xiaoyan's soft, slippery palms. Even now, jerking off conjured those memories. Too bad he might never get another taste.
Li Wen slurped a few more fervent strokes, then released the saliva-slicked monster, strands of spit dangling from her lips like obscene jewelry. Gripping the twitching cock, she flashed Ma Jun a lascivious grin. "How's that, Ma Jun? Has your cousin ever sucked you off like this? The way she glared when she saw us together—like she was scared I'd devour you whole. Hmph, I just can't stand her holier-than-thou act. As if she's the purest woman on earth."
Ma Jun shook his head frantically. "Teacher Li, don't talk nonsense. My cousin and I are clean as can be. She doesn't mean anything by it—just worried I'll slack on studies. No need to hold a grudge. We had a deal yesterday, remember?"
"Oh? Really nothing going on?"
Li Wen flicked her tongue over his glans, teasing it before pulling back with a giggle. "I don't buy it. Your cousin's a knockout—how could you not want her? I'm not that easy to fool."
The flick sent Ma Jun into overdrive; his cock jerked wildly, teetering on the edge. He sucked in deep breaths to hold back the explosion. No way was he spilling the truth about Liu Yan—Li Wen might use it as leverage someday.
Seeing her skepticism, Ma Jun sighed in resignation. "I'm not lying. Yeah, my cousin's gorgeous, but she's family. She just sees me as her little cousin—no funny business. Even if I fantasize, what can I do?"
It was mostly true. Sure, he'd made some progress with Liu Yan—even shot his load between her thighs yesterday at lunch—but she hadn't fully opened up. No blowjobs, let alone full sex.
Li Wen knew Liu Yan's type inside out. If she were some loose floozy, Feng Kun would've claimed her ages ago—no chance for Ma Jun. This was just a probe, woman's intuition prickling at the oddly intimate vibe between them.
Ma Jun's dejected look sparked an idea in Li Wen. She purred playfully, "If you really crave her, I could help. Who knows women better than another woman? No matter how prim Liu Yan acts, she's flesh and blood—with needs. I bet she has 'em."
"For real?"
Ma Jun's eyes lit up, tempted. He was stumped on cracking Liu Yan's walls. With a slut like Li Wen, brute force worked—just fuck her senseless. But Liu Yan's allure was her unyielding pride; she couldn't be forced, only outsmarted. Li Wen might be a shortcut.
But he nixed it fast. Li Wen's "help" was pure scheming, not kindness. He wouldn't play her game. He'd win Liu Yan fair and square. Chest puffing out, he declared, "Nah, I'll handle it myself."
"Oh? Pretty cocky, huh. Don't come crying when you hit a wall next time."
A flash of irritation crossed Li Wen's eyes. Her motives were selfish: humiliate Liu Yan, make the ice queen beg under a man. She'd banked on Feng Kun, but the loser blew his shot at the research director post. Useless now, she'd dumped him. Ma Jun was plan B—and he'd dodged the bait.
Ma Jun cut her scheming short, waggling his unrelenting hard-on. "Teacher Li, shouldn't you finish the job? Can't exactly stroll out like this."
"Serves you right—who asked for such a stubborn dick? Won't cum after all this? No time to babysit. Handle it yourself."
Li Wen huffed, rising as if to leave—no more sucking.
Ma Jun instinctively grabbed her waist, hand diving under her skirt to caress her stockinged thigh. Grinning, he teased, "Teacher Li, how about using your tits to get me off?"
He'd craved a footjob, but no seat in the stall made it tricky. Titjob it was.
"Always so full of tricks, you little perv."
Li Wen shot him a mock glare but didn't resist. She hiked her skirt to her waist, baring her creamy upper body, unhooked her purple bra, and unleashed a pair of firm, perky peach-like tits. Squatting again, she sandwiched his massive cock between them. "Hurry up—I need a nap back home."
Ma Jun stared into her watery, seductive eyes, her plump lips glistening, inhaling the intoxicating milk scent from her breasts. Blood roared; his cock surged higher. He thrust vigorously between her pillowy globes, the glans enveloped in hot, yielding flesh—like fucking a pussy. Grinning, he panted, "Teacher Li, these tits are heaven. I'd jerk off with 'em every day. Does your hubby play with them like this?"
"That nerd's got zero romance. Nothing like you, my little wolf."
Disdain flickered in Li Wen's eyes. Cupping her hefty breasts, she watched his enormous cock plow her cleavage, nearly grazing her lips. Too damn long, she marveled. Her rack wasn't Liu Yan's monsters, but still impressive—yet it couldn't fully contain him. If her husband packed this heat, Feng Kun never would've gotten a taste.
Still lactating, her nipples swelled like ripe strawberries, mouthwatering. No F-cup exaggeration like Liu Yan's, but firmer, perkier than most—defying gravity.
Smooth alabaster titflesh swallowed his shaft and balls, only the egg-like head popping out the top slit. Ma Jun humped wildly, bliss teetering on release. Big-titted sluts like Li Wen were titjob perfection. Shame Liu Yan only jerked him by hand so far—her massive udders would've been paradise.
Still, this slutty teacher's titfucking was a rare treat. She locked eyes with him in raw, cock-hungry lust, tongue darting to lap the emerging glans—like a bitch in heat. Ma Jun ached to ravage the ripe, voluptuous vixen.