Sister Yan's Lewd Ass
Ma Jun stared at Liu Yan, her face splattered with his cum, and felt an overwhelming rush of excitement. The most stunning and seductive teacher at San Zhong High School had just been unintentionally facialed by him. Back when he'd watched those Japanese AVs, he'd always wondered why those guys pulled out right before cumming, spraying it all over the actress's face and mouth instead of blasting deep inside her pussy. It seemed weird—shouldn't creampieing feel the best? He'd thought they were just perverts. But now, watching his thick load trickle down Liu Yan's delicate, porcelain-smooth cheeks, he finally got it. There was something insanely conquering and triumphant about it, a filthy thrill only those island pervs could've dreamed up.
Still, thrill aside, Ma Jun worried she'd flip out on him. Liu Yan wasn't like Li Wen, that kinky slut who could handle any depraved shit. And he hadn't meant to do it— if she hadn't blown that teasing puff of air, he could've held out a few more minutes. But her surprise attack had caught him off guard, and his cock had erupted before he could stop it.
Liu Yan hadn't expected the mishap either. She'd only meant to tease him a little, but damn, he was sensitive—just a breath and he'd blown his load. Annoyed, she saw him frozen there, gawking at her, and snapped coquettishly, "What are you standing around for? Hurry up and wipe your filthy mess off me."
Snapping out of it, Ma Jun grabbed some tissues from nearby and carefully wiped the cum from her face and tits. The stuff was sticky as hell, tough to get every bit, and it gave off that faint chestnut scent. As he rubbed her chest, her snowy-white breasts jiggled with every motion. He couldn't resist giving them a few squeezes, marveling at the perfect handfuls. Fuck, if I could grab these massive tits every night to sleep, I'd be in heaven.
Liu Yan noticed him turning cleanup into groping and frowned. "Forget it—you're not getting it all off anyway. I'll rinse in the bathroom."
She got up and headed to the bathroom. Luckily, most of his load had hit her face and boobs; her pajamas were barely stained. Otherwise, she'd have to wash the fresh set too.
When Liu Yan returned to the bedroom, she held a steaming hot towel. Seeing Ma Jun's puzzled look, she smiled faintly. "Come here—let me clean you up."
She wrapped the warm towel around his cock and started wiping, her small hand gripping it tight through the fabric. The heat and pressure felt just like thrusting into a snug pussy. Ma Jun's dick twitched, stirring back to life.
Liu Yan meticulously cleaned his balls, shaft, and glans, murmuring gently, "Next time you jerk off, remember to wash your cock thoroughly. Otherwise, it'll get inflamed over time—especially the foreskin groove around the head. Got it?"
"Got it, Cousin. I know now."
Ma Jun savored her service, nodding along. His dad had died young, and his mom rarely talked guy stuff, so most of his knowledge came from porn sites. Usually, he'd just wipe with tissue and call it done. But his foreskin wasn't too long—easy to clean. Some guys had theirs covering the whole head when soft, peeing through the slit without proper washing. Dirt built up, sometimes even fusing skin to glans.
Liu Yan hesitated, then said, "Ma Jun, from now on, call me Teacher Liu. Hearing 'Cousin' all the time feels... off."
She'd claimed the cousin thing publicly to cover their real fling, but alone like this, it reminded her of the family tie—made it hard to face Song Ping.
"Why? I like calling you Cousin. Teacher's too formal."
At San Zhong, tons of people called her Teacher Liu. Only he got the cousin privilege—he wasn't giving that up.
"It's not good. No more, or I'll ignore you for real."
Liu Yan's pretty face darkened. She twisted away with the towel and left the bedroom.
Ma Jun sighed, guessing her reasons, but he had a plan. When she came back, he grinned. "Teacher Liu, how about Liu-jie? That work?"
"Liu-jie? Sounds awful."
She wrinkled her nose—worse than Cousin, like some cheesy TV ad line. "Call me that and you're done. No sleeping here tonight—couch in the living room."
"Then... Yan-jie? I call Teacher Zhang 'Li-jie' when we're together."
Ma Jun switched quick, not wanting to get booted.
Yan-jie? Liu Yan pondered. Acceptable.
She nodded reluctantly. "Fine—but only when we're alone. Not at school or in front of your mom. Hear me?"
"Got it, Yan-jie."
Ma Jun beamed. Suddenly exhausted after two loads—even his stamina had limits—he yawned, eyes watering.
Liu Yan tucked him in, killed the lights, and slid into bed. The room fell silent, save their soft breaths.
Ma Jun crashed fast, spent. But Liu Yan lay awake. Since her husband left for the south, she'd slept alone. Now a man shared her bed—unsettling. Moonlight filtered through the window, illuminating Ma Jun's face: thick brows, high nose, glossy half-long hair. Even asleep, he looked sunny and handsome.
A tall, athletic teen like him—how many girls secretly crushed on him? Imagining him falling for some age-mate, dating sweetly, maybe sneaking sex... jealousy twisted in her. She traced his face, his Adam's apple, his broad chest. His heartbeat jolted her—how long since she'd touched a man? The ache reignited, unquenchable.
Last time with her husband? She could barely recall. That first week after he left, she'd tossed sleepless, horny and frantic, cold showers barely helping. As months passed, she'd adapted to solitude, fingering herself when desperate. But orgasm left her emptier, wet and void. At school, lecherous stares from male colleagues frayed her nerves. She'd nearly cracked.
Thank god for Ma Jun. Thank god she hadn't rejected him like the others. Never dreamed a fifteen-year-old could unlock her pleasure—or that she'd let a non-husband grope her tender tits and pussy, even jerk him off.
Her cheeks flushed. Am I a slut deep down? But that little bastard was a natural—his tongue on her pussy had nearly made her soar, numb ecstasy shattering her poise. If not for that last shred of sanity, she'd have spread wide, begging his hot, thick cock into her dripping hole. Total fall from grace—couldn't face her husband then.
Thinking of Xu Zhipeng soured her mood. She glanced at their wedding photo: her in white lace, blissfully arm-in-arm. She'd meant forever. Now his eyes bored into her, stern, disbelieving. Lips tight, like he'd roar any second: I'm gone days and you let another man in our bed, defiling you? Slut!
If he learned about Ma Jun? Divorce, probably. She knew Xu—quiet but proud, domineering. No sharing his wife, adult or not. What they'd done was full-on grown-up play.
Liu Yan yanked her hand from his chest, brow furrowed. Shouldn't have let him sleep over—especially with Huang Hongfa next door spotting him. If that creep snitched... But she'd promised Song Ping to look after him. Backing out now?
Ma Jun mumbled in his sleep, "Yan-jie... I really like you. I'll protect you."
He rolled, hugging her tight, hand roaming. His hard cock nudged her crotch, instinctively thrusting. Liu Yan chuckled wryly—even asleep, the horndog. His glans battered her pussy lips through fabric, softening her resolve.
She shoved his arm—no dice. Not wanting to wake him, she turned away. But he pressed close, arm snaking under hers to cup her massive, round tit through the nightie. His erection speared between her plump, perky asscheeks.
The scorching rod burrowed into her deep cleft, nearly grazing her juicy labia. Instinctively, she clenched her thighs—trapping it tighter. Silky assflesh stroked his glans; he humped in his dream, fucking her groove like a pussy.
"Oh... so good..."
Liu Yan shuddered, heart pounding, shyly wiggling her full ass—pushing his tip deeper, almost to her fat lips. Thighs locked it out, but she warred inside, biting her lip, eyes flickering. Just lift a leg—let him plunge in. He'd think it a wet dream, none the wiser.
As she started to part her thighs for his cock...
Her phone blared from the pillow—in the dead quiet, deafening. Liu Yan jolted, grabbed it: Xu Zhipeng calling. She hesitated, then answered.