Mature crotch compilation

Author: ycl
Word count: 40593
I am a senior high school student, and my family lives in a small remote county, where the development is relatively backward. Today is a special day. The juniors and juniors of the first and second grades stood neatly on the playground. To be honest, no one dared to speak, because they were about to be reviewed and insulted by a woman.
The once-a-month school-wide routine meeting, to put it bluntly, is like a criticism meeting during the Cultural Revolution. The meeting was presided over by a middle-aged woman. She is the teaching director of our school. She is called “Master Miejue”. She is not called Miejue because she is ugly, but because she is too strict and never tolerates cheating and mischievous students.
But I just entered the third year of high school and got out of the sea of ​​suffering. Finally, I don’t have to worry about her as much as before. But today I still hang out on the playground, uninvited, and my eyes are fixed on that figure. A plump and mature woman walked on the stage. The dean first notified a bunch of students and classes who had deducted marks, and the whole school notified them without mercy, embarrassing those students and their class teachers and wanting to get into the cracks in the ground.
But I watched it with gusto, and even set up a tent under the waistband of my trousers out of season.
If it was before, it would be unimaginable, but it was the first time I looked at the dean with a man’s eyes, and found that she was actually not bad looking, and she was very charming.
I ran to the toilet and took out a blue-black thing from my pocket. All the evil thoughts came from it. When I opened it, it was a pair of women’s underwear.
The dean who was speaking harshly on the stage would never have imagined that the underpants she had just changed would appear in my hands.
I unfolded the inner side of the panties, and there were still traces of the crotch being caught by the mysterious shape. I eagerly sniffed it under my nose, and it was close to the nostrils. It was a very strong female lower body odor, which was a combination of the products of the metabolism of an unknown number of mature women. Of course, the smell could not be a fresh fragrance, but my nostrils were expanding. The front position of the pants is like the golden section point of a straight line, exposing the strongest smell of the underwear. I aimed at the position of my nose accurately, and put the whole pair of middle-aged women’s size panties on my head, with the crotch covering my nose. The majestic voice of the teaching director was still playing on the radio outside. The avatar below me was up to the limit. With a rush of heart, I stuck out my tongue desperately and licked it out. The first feeling was salty, but this mysterious salty taste was like a catalyst for pleasure, and quickly brought me to the peak of orgasm.
I was in a trance, and the dean’s insulting voice seemed to be the driving force for me to extract sperm.
my tongueI made circles on my head and licked almost all the parts that were attached to my pussy and anus. I got a lot of wetness in my pants. I felt like I was draining all the semen accumulated since puberty.
This year, I was just in my third year of high school, and I left the playground with my thin body dragging.
I carefully treasured my panties next to my body, this is my magic weapon for “spiritual friendship”.
Why do I have the underwear of the teaching director? It starts with a friend of mine.
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sleeper
I am 16 years old, just in the third year of middle school, and my parents are very busy during the winter vacation. I took the train back to my hometown alone to visit my grandma. Because of my small size, I bought a lower berth. After getting in the car, I packed my luggage and lay comfortably on the bed. At this time, a middle-aged woman in plain clothes appeared in the car. She was probably in her thirties, with beautiful features, but her expression was tired and dusty. She put down two heavy packages, gave me a slap from the corner of her eye, didn’t pay much attention, and went straight up. Coincidentally, the middle bunk she bought happened to sleep on top of me.
In the middle of the night, I tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep, imagining that the middle-aged woman who slept on my top bunk abused me, humiliated me, and molested me in different ways.
It was already past one o’clock, she should be fast asleep.
A thought flashed through my mind. I suddenly raised my head and looked at the edge of the bed. I was pleasantly surprised to find that a foot was hanging on the edge of the bed, almost protruding out of the bed. My heart skipped a beat, and I looked at this foot obsessively. The middle-aged woman’s cotton socks are a bit old, and there seems to be some mysterious magic on them, attracting me to make more intimate moves towards them.
Reality and fantasy are different, I don’t dare to expect too much, I just want to sniff secretly. When I approached, I heard a slight snoring sound from above. She was sleeping soundly, so I worked up the courage to stick my nose up.
Her feet had a slightly sour smell, and I sniffed heavily a few times. The nostrils moved slowly, and when I smelled the toes of her socks near her toes, a hidden smell of feet burst into my nose, which immediately aroused my great interest.
I sniffed the middle-aged woman’s feet repeatedly from different angles, and kept the smell in my heart. I was probably hungry, and my mouth was drooling. I really wanted to lick her toes!
She moved suddenly, and I shrank back immediately in fright.
I closed my eyes tightly and pretended to be dead. When I heard the sound, she seemed to have turned over. After a while, I heard her snoring again.
I breathed a sigh of relief and got up quietly. It turned out that the woman turned inside out, her feet were all retracted inside, and her body was arched. I suddenly found a surprising thing. Her lower body and half of her buttocks in underpants were exposed outside the quilt.
I immediately put my nose under her buttocks, through the thin underpants, I first smelled the thick sweat from her anus, I carefully collected the scent samples, moved my nose along her buttocks to the center of her legs, and took a strong sniff at her crotch.
In an instant, a strong body odor mixed with a foul smell hit my nostrils, this smell drove me crazy, I desperately collected the most primitive breath here, it easily calledMy inborn nature, my tongue has a vulgar urge to get close to it, but I’m still a child, yes