Tutoring Diary EP8
These past few days, my period has been particularly heavy; on the first day, the blood flow was so much that I felt a bit weak. I originally wanted to cancel the tutoring, but thinking about how that kid shot so much and so hot last time, I actually felt a bit itchy down there. Oh well, if I can't have intercourse, then I can't, I still have other ways to feed him, and feed myself too.
I changed into black lace underwear, put on a loose low-cut floral skirt outside, packed a sanitary pad, and confirmed it wouldn't leak before going out. When I pushed open his door, he was still standing obediently in the entryway, bowing his head and softly calling me: 'Teacher…'
I hmm'd in response, went into the room, and directly pulled over the exercise book, sitting next to him to start explaining. This time I wasn't wearing stockings, and the hem of my skirt naturally covered my thighs.
I had only explained two questions when my hand quietly reached over, gripping his already rising cock through his sweatpants. The fabric was thin, and I could clearly feel it rapidly hardening and heating up in my palm. I didn't look at him, just continued explaining in a steady voice, my thumb slowly circling the glans area.
'Here you need to use the matching method… um, like this.'
My fingers