My relationship with Teacher Feng Yun

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The teacher was carefully holding my hand, teaching me to dance, but little did she know that her student was pointing his penis at her genitals. What a scene! "Teacher, please forgive me! I didn't mean to," I murmured to myself. Then, a very embarrassing scene unfolded. As I grew increasingly nervous, my steps became more and more erratic, and the teacher's movements, which were supposed to be coordinated with mine, also became chaotic. At that moment, I heard the students who weren't dancing calling my name and laughing. I wondered if they had discovered my embarrassing situation! My face flushed, my mind went blank, and my body was no longer under my control. Suddenly, the teacher stumbled and fell into my arms—her heel had broken. And I, instinctively, caught her to prevent her from falling. Dear readers, I absolutely didn't do it on purpose; in that situation, anyone would reach out to catch her—it's a conditioned reflex.
As you might have guessed, besides her warm breasts pressing against mine, my rock-hard penis, which had been erect for five or six minutes, suddenly pressed against her lower abdomen (I'm 1.76 meters tall, a head taller than her, so it didn't touch her lower abdomen). Even worse, I lost my balance and fell to the ground, and she landed on top of me. This time, I felt my penis pressing against her lower abdomen.
Wearing a soft dress, she clearly felt my erect penis. Her face flushed instantly. At that moment, I felt no pleasure, only tension and embarrassment. Fortunately, the teacher was much older than me, and she quickly got up so we could contact each other, then went back to her single dormitory at school to change her shoes… Since that incident, I haven't dared to look the teacher in the eye. I feel embarrassed. But in the quiet of the night, I miss her even more. Because of the physical contact, my fantasies have become vivid.
I even fantasize about having sex with the teacher and reaching orgasm. Then, I would hold my teacher and fall asleep happily. I would wonder if she had a husband, what she looked like in bed, whether she would watch me when we made love, and I would secretly smile to myself as I thought about it. But it was all just imagination. Hehe, the naive college days, the naive boy!
At that time, I had a strong desire for sex. I was full of curiosity about the strange answers to the physiological and psychological phenomena happening to me, and I frantically searched for knowledge in the school library (university libraries have sex-related information) and online. In addition to learning some basic male and female anatomy and knowledge, I also learned a lot of sexual techniques. This laid the foundation for harmonious and fulfilling sex later on.
What surprised me was that, compared to my embarrassment, the teacher didn't react much. Instead, she would always glance at me more often in subsequent classes. Every time we made eye contact, I would quickly lower my head. In addition, she would often call on me to answer questions.
Then one day, after class, when everyone had almost left... She called out to me, "Xiao Ke, could you help me tidy up my room later? I bought a cabinet, but it's not very convenient to put things in it. I need to rearrange everything in the house." I didn't react immediately and mechanically agreed. She laughed heartily at my silly look, "Hehe, it's not for free. I'll treat you to a meal first, and then I'll help you!"
It seemed she misinterpreted my expression: "No, no, that's not what I meant. I'm on a diet recently, and this is a good opportunity to exercise. I'd love to help. You're actually helping me!" I quickly explained, not wanting to leave a bad impression. Men care a lot about what women think of them, especially in front of women they like. And me, in front of Ms. Feng, whom I like, I would do anything without hesitation. Especially going to her house, something many guys dream of! "Okay, it's a deal!" We said goodbye.
Back in my dorm, I looked at myself carefully in the mirror. Even though it was just to help, I inexplicably became concerned about my appearance. I combed my hair, washed my face, and even applied face cream, like I was going on a blind date. Hehe, looking back, it was pretty silly.
Our school was in the suburbs. Ms. Feng's dormitory was located in the residential area, on the northern edge of the school. Beyond the northern wall was a local grove of trees. Unlike the area near the teaching buildings, the dormitory was quiet and beautiful. The weather was lovely that day; because it had just rained, the flowers in the flowerbeds were blooming brightly and had a sweet fragrance. Occasionally, I could hear birdsong coming from the grove outside the wall, crisp and melodious!
Following the address and room number she gave me, I easily found her room. She opened the door dressed casually, her hair loosely tied up, wearing a cooking apron. This only added to her youthful charm. The lewd thoughts that had crossed my mind vanished instantly. It felt like I was at a relative's doorstep.
"Hehe, you actually cooked for me! I'm so happy!" This environment was different from the classroom, and I became a bit bolder.
"You little rascal, you wish! I'm feeding you so you'll work harder for me. It's called 'sweet first, bitter later'!"
After a brief chat, she turned on the TV for me and went back to cooking.
I had no interest in watching TV; even if it were the World Cup semi-final, I wouldn't care. Instead, I observed the 29-year-old teacher's room. It was a single dormitory; our school's single apartments all had a bedroom, bathroom, and kitchen. The room was relatively large, so it also served as a living room.
The small space was decorated like her—refined and cozy. A large bed was placed near the window; because of the curtains separating the room, only part of the bed was visible. My mind started to wander… This side of the curtains was the separated living room. Two desks, a low marble table, and a desk over a meter wide were casually placed near the door. It seemed this was the new table she wanted. The walls were covered with movie posters, all very aesthetically pleasing, like Anna Karenina, Gone with the Wind, and so on; there was also the classic Titanic poster popular at the time: the male protagonist embracing Rose, the female protagonist with outstretched arms, from behind. But one photograph caught my eye—a portrait of teacher Feng Yun. It was a half-body portrait of a woman deep in thought. The person in the portrait had a quiet, sweet smile, gazing ahead, but upon closer inspection, a hint of melancholy lingered… I had studied sketching, so I studied portraits very carefully. I stared at those eyes for a long time, trying to see into her heart. I couldn't reconcile the image in the portrait with the image of the teacher now diligently cooking in the kitchen and vividly teaching in the classroom. This led to more speculation about her… During dinner, I didn't know what to say. She was very casual, asking all sorts of questions, from why I came to this city to study (I was from out of town, she was a local, but from a suburban county; the school wasn't close to her home), whether I liked my major, and whether I had any siblings. I thought to myself: so teachers like to investigate students' backgrounds when they talk to them. Later, I talked to her about many things, but it's been so long that I don't remember them very well. Of course, we mostly talked about family, literature, and movies. A new world of color is a good way to improve interpersonal relationships, especially when you're alone at the same dinner table. The psychological distance between us shortened considerably. Since then, I've never felt nervous around her. The only thing I didn't talk to her about was politics. Someone whose name I've forgotten told me: talking about politics with a woman is foolish, unless she's Thatcher or Wu Zetian.
With the admirable art direction of Teacher Wu and my robust physique, the room was decorated quickly, though inevitably, I was drenched in sweat. Afterwards, we talked about the portrait of the teacher in the living room. I told her my opinion on that portrait. After listening, the teacher said, "I didn't expect you to be so thoughtful!" As she said this, a hint of sadness flashed in her eyes, but she quickly smiled and said, "Put this on the bedroom wall too!" Perhaps she didn't want to show her sadness to the outside world. I volunteered to help her, but she refused.
“I’ll do this myself, you take a rest!” Without hesitation, she found a stool, took down the picture frame, and carefully dusted it off, even though it looked perfectly clean to me. She did all the nailing and hanging of the frame on the bedroom wall by herself. I could only follow behind her, and she didn’t talk to me much during this time. But my male hormones weren’t as shy and reserved as I was. They surged from my groin to my upper body, and then to my eyes. While she was taking off her shoes and hanging the frame on the bed, I sat down beside her and observed her closely again: she was wearing casual, loose shorts. I looked up from below, along her bare feet, her shapely calves, her sexy and elastic thighs, all the way up along the gap in her shorts, until I finally caught a glimpse of her underwear. Because the light was dim, I could only see a patch of white peeking through as her body trembled… My penis hardened again… My head was burning, like I’d done something wrong. Suddenly, I felt incredibly lewd, as if I were disrespecting my teacher, as if she had already discovered me. So I only glanced at it once and didn't dare look again.
It was all over. It was already past 7 PM, and the news anchor on TV was saying goodbye: "The news program is running late, thank you for watching!"
Realizing there was no need to stay any longer, I said goodbye to my teacher. She said, "Take a shower before you go, you're all sweaty!" "No need, I'll just rinse off when I get back!" I meant going back to my dorm to get a basin of cool water and rinse off! "Hehe, why are you still embarrassed?" She always seemed to know what I was thinking: "Just rinse off here, it's more convenient!" This time I didn't refuse.
The shower room was small, but it was still a shower. The effect of a showerhead and a basin is different.
Most importantly, I saw some clothes in the bathroom, some of them even being my teacher's underwear. Maybe she didn't come here often and hadn't had time to clean up. Or perhaps she never even thought about cleaning up. But thank God, thank Buddha, it was like a treasure to me. I was so glad I stayed to shower.
While showering, I looked at these women's private parts. I had never had this experience before, and my lower body became even harder. More than an hour of erection had already reached my limit. I kept stroking my thick, almost bursting penis, thinking that the teacher was outside. Under this stimulation, a gush of white semen spurted out... After that, we became familiar. According to her class schedule, she didn't spend much time as my teacher. Most of the time, we were like siblings or friends. I guess she saw us as siblings, but for me, I preferred to see us as friends. Because we both finished class at 3:50, we had more free time. Sometimes I would go to her house to play. Sometimes she would cook for me, and sometimes I would cook our hometown dishes for her. As time went on, my understanding of her gradually became more complete: I won't go into details here. I only mentioned that her father was the former principal of the middle school in her county, and he was an old classmate of the local county head, with whom he had a good relationship. So, the parents arranged for the two families' children to get together; the two families were well-matched, and the boy and girl's feelings for each other seemed good after getting to know each other. So they got married. But what happened later changed everything, indirectly affecting my story. That's a story for later, so I won't go into it now. The story begins about six months after we met, when her classes with us had ended. Our teacher-student relationship was officially over according to the school's regulations.
That night, around 7 pm, I was playing CS with a group of close friends when I received her call. Her voice sounded very sad. I sensed she had just been crying. She asked what I was doing, and I said I was playing games. She said, "Could you come over for a bit? I want to talk to you about 'New Color World'." Ugh! I definitely went. Even normally, if she asked me out, even if I was having fun, I would go. Let alone now, when I sensed something was wrong.
I ran over.
When I saw her, her red eyes confirmed my suspicions. I kept asking her what was wrong. Although she would occasionally reveal sorrow and sighs before, her expression always changed quickly after I asked. Women are fickle. I didn't press her, always thinking she would tell me if she wanted to. But this time, I couldn't hold back any longer and shouted at her for the first time, "Tell me what happened! Did someone bully you? Tell me, I'll go settle the score with them!" Hearing this, she suddenly threw herself into my arms, bursting into tears again. My anger vanished instantly. A sudden pity and tenderness arose within me. I felt that as a man, I shouldn't be angry at this moment; she was truly hurt. I raised my arms and wrapped them around her from behind, holding her tightly. Her chest rose and fell with her sobs in my arms, a warm current coursing through my body. Her head rested tightly on my shoulder, her arms tightening around me. We both fell silent. I pressed my strong chest against her soft, warm, and elastic breasts, while gently stroking her back with my right hand. She was wearing a silk nightgown, making her back appear even smoother and softer. Her entire body, including her lower body, was pressed tightly against mine. As I soothed her, her crying gradually subsided, until only whimpers remained. The breath she exhaled brushed against my neck, soft and warm. We stood there for a full five minutes, too afraid to move because she was in my arms; my legs were already numb. Once she had calmed down a bit, I gently lifted her and sat her on the bed. At this moment, she realized she had been somewhat out of line, lowered her head, and buried it deeply in my chest. I took the opportunity to hug her tightly again. At this moment, I suddenly didn't know what to say next, having never experienced anything like this before. I could only keep stroking her, trying to calm her down.
I admit, I controlled myself. My penis, inappropriately, started to stir.
I thought she should be calm now, so I looked down at her. Her eyes were slightly closed, as if she were about to fall asleep. Suddenly, I felt a sense of accomplishment. Like a prince protecting a princess. I looked at her again. After the apricot blossom rain, her face was flushed, and the tear tracks weren't completely dry. Her eyelashes were still damp. The womanly fragrance emanating from her hair and body once again assaulted my senses. I couldn't help but lean down and gently kiss her tear-filled eyes. The moment my lips touched her eyes, I felt her body tremble slightly, as if she were cold. Her eyelashes fluttered, but her eyes remained closed. I grew bolder. I moved my lips away from her eyes and kissed her forehead, then her nose, the tip of her nose. At this moment, I could hear her breathing. Then, my lips slid from the tip of her nose to her lips. First, a light touch. Her lips felt soft, her eyes still slightly closed. I felt a tension and excitement throughout my body, and couldn't help but press my entire lips against hers. I immediately felt the warmth and moisture of her lips, a tingling sensation spreading from my lips to my neck, throughout my entire body. I couldn't resist probing my tongue into her full lips. At that moment, she reacted strongly; with my mouth covering hers, she let out a soft "hmm" from her throat, and her hands suddenly tightened their grip on me. I pushed her onto the bed. This position made my body feel much more relaxed. My lips remained on hers, and I probed deeper with my tongue. She cooperated by opening her teeth, and I quickly slipped my tongue tip to the base of hers. Our tongues intertwined. Her mouth was subtly stirred by my tongue, and she must have felt a sense of fullness. I felt unbearably hot, and she writhed beneath me, her hands gripping my back. I hadn't expected a woman's body to be so sensitive; this first experience only heightened my excitement and anticipation. Our legs intertwined. My hands could no longer remain still, frantically searching for her breasts. Her breasts were large and firm. But I didn't know how to unhook her bra, and my efforts were ultimately fruitless. At this moment, she freed her hands from my grasp and reached behind her back to unhook her bra. Encouraged, I began to knead her exposed breasts with both hands. Her breasts felt smooth, elastic, soft, and warm. They were the perfect size, just enough for one hand to fully encircle. Her nipples were about the size of date pits. After my continued kneading, they hardened. Now, free from my intrusion of her mouth, she emitted clear moans of "Mmm...mmm...ah!" as her breasts arched upwards in response to my touch.
Having never touched a woman's body before, I had no time to appreciate it and hurriedly took off her nightgown. Because it was a onesie, I only needed to lift it slightly to reveal her lower body clad in white lace panties. Without thinking, I pulled down her panties, grasped my already hot and red, rock-hard penis, and pressed it against her. Only then did I realize that her lower body was a mess where my penis touched; her juices had already overflowed like a flood, and her inner thighs were all wet and sticky. I tried to insert my penis into her wet opening, but due to nervousness and the slippery surface, I failed several times. Her lower body kept swaying, as if beckoning me to insert my penis. This time, I grasped my large penis with my right hand, aimed the red and swollen glans at the opening, and with a thrust of my hips, using the lubrication of her juices, it went in easily. She cried out, "Ah!" and hugged me tightly with both hands. And I, because I had never done this before... My penis suddenly felt tightly enveloped by her vagina, warm and moist. It felt like a million ants were crawling on it, or like something was sucking it in. A tingling, electric shock-like sensation instantly filled my penis. The current traveled from the glans upwards, spreading throughout my body, before a sudden tingling sensation shot through my spine. My penis released, and billions of sperm gushed out, shooting deep into her vagina and uterus… Her buttocks trembled and responded to my vigorous thrusting during ejaculation, her mouth constantly moaning with satisfied cries of “Ah! Ah! Ah!”
My first time ended prematurely in this tense state! (I felt very ashamed at the time, feeling sorry for her. Later I learned that most men's first time is very quick. Hehe~) I hugged her, a female teacher who was almost 10 years older than me, with a slightly apologetic expression. She didn't seem to blame me. She gently held my head and stroked my hair. At that moment, I felt like a child. Listening to her recount her suffering: For the first few years after her marriage, life was relatively happy. The two lived peacefully together. But after a few years, the initial excitement wore off. Her husband, due to the nature of his work, often had social engagements, and sometimes even secretly visited prostitutes. Initially, she argued with him after discovering this, and he somewhat restrained himself. But ultimately, he sank deeper and deeper into prostitution, until one day he began keeping a mistress and came home less and less often, rarely showing her any affection. Even when he did want her, he was incredibly rough, without a trace of tenderness, and would simply go to sleep afterward. Love and sex were unattainable for her. Under this double oppression, she was nearly driven mad. Yet, she dared not speak out. One reason was the need to keep her family's shame hidden, and the other was the fear of affecting her father's position as principal in the county. So she endured it all. Frequent arguments led her to decide to move into the school. The two were completely separated. After a period of peace, she gradually got used to her new life. But her happiness was short-lived. That day, she went home to get something, and when she opened the door, she was shocked to find her husband intimately embracing another woman in their own bed. She was completely devastated.
She ran all the way back to school. Later, she called me… Hearing this, my mind became complicated. On one hand, I felt sorry for her, and on the other hand, I felt guilty for taking advantage of her vulnerability. I immediately felt ashamed.
She seemed to understand my expression and said: "I don't blame you! I know you're young and innocent. Sex is something both men and women need. Good sex can make people feel good. You're very gentle and considerate. It's fate that we had this intimate moment."
Besides her beauty, I also saw admirable qualities in her: open-mindedness and understanding. I suddenly liked the female teacher in front of me even more.
My heart was filled with affection. Passion was rekindled.
By this time, we were both naked. I could see her entire body. I held her close and whispered in her ear, "Meeting you is our destiny. For this destiny, I want to give you the most perfect and real sex!" She smiled shyly and closed her eyes. This time, the atmosphere was different from the tension before; we were both quite calm.
I pressed my warm, wet lips against her bright red lips again. This time, she cooperated, opening her mouth to welcome my tongue. Our two warm, wet tongues intertwined again, my tongue greedily swirling in her mouth, sucking the sweet, subtle taste. Her body was so sensitive; even a kiss made her tremble.
Her lips were so fleshy. Although I didn't want to leave, I still had a lot to do, so after kissing for about four minutes, I withdrew my tongue and kissed her fair, smooth face. From her left cheek to her right, from her left eye to her right eye. After the kiss, I left my tongue on her ear, breathing heavily as I kissed her. The warm breath filled her ear and entered her ear.
She seemed unable to bear it any longer, her breath coming in rapid gasps as she murmured, "Mmm...ah...mmm...ah..." My hands didn't stop either, stroking her chest incessantly. Her breasts were truly beautiful. Smooth, white, and supple, they rose and fell with her breath, making them even more alluring. My lips followed her ear, kissing down her neck, finally settling on her full breasts. The moment my lips touched her breasts, her body trembled violently: "Ah! So good, ah, mmm..." When my tongue touched them, she felt an electric current coursing through her body, an indescribable pleasure: "Ah, it feels so good. Keep going, keep licking, oh, so good..." I circled my tongue around her nipples, but didn't touch them directly. Instead, every three or four circles I would give her a sharp lick, and each time, she couldn't help but cry out "Ah!" After finishing licking her breasts, I moved my attention to her lower abdomen, a flat area. I didn't miss a single inch of her skin, licking while continuing to caress and knead her breasts. The teacher, aroused by my caresses, felt hot and itchy all over, constantly writhing and moaning, arching her lower body upwards.
Finally, my lips reached that long-awaited paradise. Unlike the first time, this time I carefully observed the woman's sacred and mysterious triangle. First, there was a clump of dark, shiny pubic hair, neatly arranged like a black forest. Further down, I saw two plump mounds—her labia, a dark reddish-brown color. A slit ran through the middle. That must be the entrance to her paradise. After the previous foreplay, a lot of fluid had flowed from the entrance, some clinging to her pubic hair, glistening; some flowing down to her anus, clear and bright. I knew it was her vaginal fluid. I couldn't resist bringing my nose close, taking a deep breath. A fragrant aroma and the unique scent of a woman's hormones filled my nostrils, intoxicating me instantly. I stuck out my tongue and teased that slit. Slippery and slightly salty. "Ah! No, no, ah..." The sudden attack caught the teacher off guard. Whether it was pleasure or discomfort, her legs were tightly pressed together. I didn't let go, gently prying her legs apart with both hands, now I could see more clearly. Her labia were slightly parted under my stimulation, and her juices flowed out again. I inserted my tongue into the slit and began licking up and down.
"Mmm... um... ah... ah... I can't take it... so good... ah..." Each lick made her groan. Her juices flowed even more, soaking the sheets below. At this moment, I gently touched her clitoris with my hand. By now, her clitoris was also red and swollen. I peeled back the outer skin and gently licked around it with the tip of my tongue. As her moans grew louder, I took her clitoris into my mouth. "Mmm...ah..." She seemed to have never experienced clitoral stimulation before. It was the first time she had felt her clitoris being licked, and she felt like she was going to tumble over, moaning and panting heavily. I held her clitoris in my lips and pressed my tongue against it, gently swirling it around. Sometimes I licked, sometimes I sucked hard, sometimes I teased, driving her to ecstasy, her breath coming in gasps. Seeing her constantly flowing with moisture, I gently inserted my index finger into her vagina. It felt slippery inside. Soon after my finger went in, it was tightly gripped by her vagina. I licked her clitoris while my finger stirred inside, constantly teasing the legendary G-spot, a woman's most sensitive spot.
"Ah...ah...I can't take it...I can't take it...faster..." Her vagina was very tight, and due to extreme arousal, I could feel it contracting repeatedly with my fingers, her lower body arching upwards. Moans rose and fell. I knew she was about to climax, so I quickened my pace. Her rhythm changed with mine, her buttocks thrusting upwards repeatedly. She kept moaning, "Mmm...ah..."
Finally, with her final upward thrust, her body suddenly stiffened, her vagina contracted sharply, releasing a gush of vaginal fluid, and her whole body trembled.
At this moment, my penis was already erect. Under the light, it appeared majestic and powerful, thick and long, slightly upturned, the glans more than twice its usual size, hard as steel. I gently placed the glans at the entrance of her vagina, using the lubrication of her recent vaginal fluid to rub it incessantly. Slowly, I rekindled her desire. She, who had just been limp, now began to pant softly again.
I turned around, my head facing her feet. I rubbed my penis against her entrance while kissing her little feet. Books say that feet are also a woman's sensitive spot, capable of bringing unique sensations. Sure enough, after her orgasm, she gradually returned to the state, and under the dual stimulation of my glans rubbing and my licking of her feet, she moaned incessantly, "Ah... um... ah..."
I kissed from her feet down her calves, all the way to her thighs and groin. Only then did I notice that her vaginal fluid had flowed out again, emitting a captivating scent. I could no longer suppress the desire surging through my body. I turned and climbed on top of her. I aimed my penis at the entrance and thrust it deep into her vagina, completely submerging it, reaching her very core. "Ah!" The teacher let out a deep, satisfied groan, her body involuntarily writhing as her penis was inserted so deeply for the first time. Her hands gripped my back tightly, her nails digging into my flesh. "So full...so swollen...so fulfilling! Xiao Ke, I love you!..." Her yearning vagina was instantly filled by my thick penis. It gave her an unprecedented sense of satisfaction, both in her empty lower body and in her heart: "Quick, move, move..." I heard her request and knew she desperately needed my thrusting. So I began to thrust in and out with abandon. With each thrust, I could feel the pleasure of my penis being tightly enveloped by her vagina, wet, hot, and slippery. I also experienced unprecedented pleasure. I could feel the tender flesh of her vagina being pulled out by my penis, and then pushed back in with each thrust.
"Ah...so good...so small...I love you so much, you're making me feel so good...ah...how come I've never experienced this before..." She was experiencing ecstasy beneath me, calling out my name! Encouraged by her cries, I thrust even harder, nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, eight shallow thrusts followed by two deep ones. Sometimes shallow thrusts, sometimes a powerful plunge all the way in, bringing out gushing streams of her juices.
After about ten minutes, seven or eight hundred thrusts, I could see she was incredibly comfortable. At this moment, I turned her limp body over and made her kneel on the bed. My penis was to enter from behind. From behind, I could see her snow-white, round buttocks raised high, while my penis lingered at the entrance, deliberately not going in. She became anxious, her buttocks thrusting deeper and deeper, trying to find my penis. I held her firm buttocks with my left hand, grasped the head of my penis with my right, aimed at the entrance, and thrust all the way in. At this moment, she let out a hysterical scream. Because of the deep penetration in this position, with each thrust, I could hear her ecstatic moans of "Mmm, ah..." echoing throughout the room.
Each thrust brought out a lot of vaginal fluid. In this position, the fluid flowed down her thighs, cascading onto the pristine white sheets, leaving them soaked.
I watched her white buttocks as I thrust in and out. "Ah...ah...mmm...so good...so deep...ah, you're making me feel so good..." After about several more minutes of thrusting, her cries grew more urgent; I knew she was about to climax. So I quickened my pace, penetrating to the very depths each time, reaching her G-spot.
The sensation of my touch on her cervix deep inside her vagina sent a strange, overwhelming feeling through her entire body.
"Ah...mmm...what are you touching...so good...don't stop...faster!" I quickened my movements.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Mmm! Ah!" Her cries grew increasingly intense.
"Ah, faster!"
"Don't stop, deeper!"
"Ah, it's coming, I can't take it anymore..." At this moment, I knew she was about to climax, so I increased the pace and force even more. Each thrust was a slam, and besides the head of my penis pressing against the clitoris deep inside her vagina, my abdomen also made sounds as it slammed against her sexy, plump buttocks.
I saw her body trembling uncontrollably, her vagina contracting repeatedly. A gush of scalding vaginal fluid gushed out from deep within her vagina, making my glans tingle. The pleasure traveled from my glans all the way to my back. After a series of vigorous thrusts, my sperm gushed out with the powerful ejaculation of my penis, all of it shooting into her uterus.
"Ah!!" Under the influence of my sperm, her vagina contracted in waves, emitting a muffled final groan. We reached orgasm simultaneously! We both collapsed onto the bed.
I gently stroked her back, sharing with her the lingering pleasure. Her face was flushed, her eyes were glazed, and she looked completely intoxicated and enjoying herself.
It was a long time before my penis finally went limp. I pulled out my penis.
A stream of vaginal fluid mingled with semen, flowing out of the opening. It emitted a captivating fragrance, filling the entire room… That night, we slept in each other's arms…

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