Author: tangcheng__
Word count: 11649
Teacher Ding didn’t notice these two students at all. After swallowing a little boy, Teacher Ding’s anus seemed to speed up its peristaltic frequency. When she lifted her other leg and continued to wear socks, the anus opened again and spit out the little boy covered in filth. Little lifeless hands hung between the folds, looming as they squirmed.
Standing up and lifting the pantyhose up to her waist, her ass didn’t show the slightest trace of just swallowing a little boy alive. After taking my dress, Teacher Ding put the dress that was more than one size too big on her body. The hem of the dress really hung down to the ground. She turned around in the mirror and saw that it fit well except for mopping the floor. She said to me: “Xiao Zhou, I wish I had your long legs.”
I responded, “Your temperament is much stronger than mine. You look girly in this outfit, unlike me, a melancholy old tree spirit.” In fact, clothes with big breasts are not easy to match. It would be shameful to wear tight ones, and looser ones to look like a pregnant woman. Big breasts can only be restrained with bras, which will cause shortness of breath, while girls with naturally small breasts will only heat up a bit with cushions, and there is more room for adjustment. Because I like baroque clothes, some colleagues tease me that I have to get married every day, and some say that I am a giant lolita. There is no way around this, if I wear a top that shows my figure, everyone can only face my chest when standing next to me, which is very embarrassing for everyone.
Teacher Ding picked up the glass plate from the chair, not noticing the little boy who collapsed from crying below. She put the glass plate back into the package and asked me: “Just give me a little more height, so that I can hold back these brats. Look at your students jumping up to wipe the blackboard after class.” Actually, my writing habit is to write from the upper left corner of the plane, and because of my height, I didn’t notice the problem of the height of the blackboard. She didn’t remind me that I didn’t pay attention to how the children wiped the blackboard after class.
Teacher Ding helped her to shorten the length of the skirt. Teacher Ding, who has narrower shoulders than me and doesn’t like to use bras to limit the size of her breasts, made the dress look more three-dimensional. I said, “I want to give it to you too.
Taking advantage of bending over and Teacher Ding not paying attention, I pinched the little boy on the cushion and threw it into Teacher Ding’s shoe
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