Chapter 5

“I’m so tired...” In the office, the well-dressed and intellectual beauty teacher stretched gently, and said softly, “I’ve been doing it for so long, my legs and bottom are so sore.”

From noon to 4 pm now, Teacher Natalie and I did it almost non-stop for more than three hours.

Looking at Teacher Natalie, who is usually cold and dignified, I felt a strange sense of satisfaction in my heart. I laughed softly and said, “Who made your little mouth so greedy?”

Teacher Natalie looked at me with resentment and said aggrievedly, “You have never taken the initiative to look for me. If you look for me once a day, why would I want so much?”

“Uh...” I was a little afraid to talk.

First, because too many times will definitely be discovered by others, and second, Teacher Natalie, a beautiful young woman in her prime, does have a strong sexual desire.

Seeing that I was silent, Teacher Natalie tapped my forehead gently and said with a smile: “Are you scared, little bastard?”

I touched her beautiful buttocks under her jeans: “Why would I be scared?”

Teacher Natalie prepared two sets of clothes today, one set of stockings and long skirt, and one set of slim jeans. It can be said that she prepared everything.

“I don’t know what’s going on.” Teacher Natalie sighed softly: “I don’t usually think about this kind of thing, but as long as you see you, I can’t help it. I keep recalling the scenes of sleeping with you in my mind.”

I pretended to be surprised and said: “Is my charm so big?”

“And.” Teacher Natalie snorted softly, pinched my cheeks and said: “Do you know how many little girls your little face has fascinated? Some girls in school look at you with eyes that are almost drawn.”

Thanks to my parents’ excellent genes, I do look good:

Bright eyebrows, high nose bridge, slightly thin lips, delicate and handsome appearance;

A full 1.85 meters tall makes me tall and slender, a standard clothes hanger.

Every day when I open my desk, I will take out more than a dozen brand new love letters in the envious eyes of the male classmates around me.

I said sweetly: “So many girls like it, but you still succeeded?”

“You just make me happy.” Teacher Natalie smiled like a flower, and touched my nose with the tip of her nose happily.

“Are you hungry?” I stroked her waist and asked with concern.

After working for so long, both of us were exhausted.

In order to avoid the eyes of our classmates, she and I didn’t even have lunch.

Teacher Natalie said, “A little.”

“I made porridge.” I took the insulated lunch box I brought into the office at noon and put it in front of her: “Try it.”

“What kind of porridge is it this time?” Teacher Natalie looked a little happy: “I haven’t had your porridge for a long time.”

I opened the lunch box and said, “Osmanthus, lily and red dates soup, which nourishes the skin and replenishes the blood.”

The porridge in the insulated bucket was hot and exuded an attractive aroma.

Teacher Natalie sniffed the fragrance of the porridge lightly, with an impatient look on her face, but suddenly said to me softly, “I want you to feed me.”

“Okay.” I reluctantly took the spoon and scooped a spoonful of soup and put it next to her mouth.

As far as I know, Teacher Natalie’s emotional experience is almost a blank sheet of paper. She has never been in love, and her marriage was arranged by her parents. She has no feelings for her husband, so she likes to act like a girl when she is with me.

Teacher Natalie felt the delicious sweet-scented osmanthus soup in her mouth and couldn’t help saying, “I was thinking about doing that with you at noon, and I didn’t notice you brought the lunch box in.”

“Then you are really a little slut.” I couldn’t help pinching her buttocks.

“A big slut.” Teacher Natalie said in a soft voice, she kissed me gently and passed the porridge in her mouth into my mouth.