Appreciating beautiful feet in the teacher's office

Friday finally arrived. Seeing that most of the students had left, I ran to the teachers' office again, but this time many teachers were still there.
When Ms. Wang saw me barge into the office again, her expression immediately became somewhat unnatural. She must have been thinking about the surprise I had given her last week, which had left a deep impression.
Looking at her feigned serious face, I smiled and said, "Teacher, I don't quite understand the homework you gave me last week. Could you teach me again?" As I finished speaking, I secretly made a gesture of touching my crotch.
Instantly, I saw two red clouds rise on Ms. Wang's face. She stood up and said, "Let's go to the classroom, so I can answer your questions." With that, Ms. Wang and I left the office one after the other and went into the classroom. As soon as
we entered, I slammed the door shut. Pointing to the podium, I said, "Teacher, my question is over there, please take a look." Only then did Ms. Wang notice something on the podium. She picked it up and let out a scream. Her beautiful eyes widened as if she had seen a ghost.
Hehe, that's right. What she saw was the photo I had taken last time. She nervously looked at the dozen or so photos, took a deep breath, and coldly asked, "What exactly do you want?"
Damn, such a stupid question. Of course I want to have sex with you, teacher. Of course, I wouldn't be so blunt.
"Teacher, this is your student's love and respect for you."
"You drugged and raped your teacher, took nude photos of your teacher, and inserted something into your teacher's genitals. Is this your love for your teacher? Is this your respect for your teacher?" As she spoke, Wang Rong's eyes reddened.
I smiled lewdly. "Teacher, what can you do now? I've analyzed the consequences for you. You don't want to die with me, do you? Besides, you know how we Chinese are. Once our affair is exposed, I can just transfer schools, but you... you'll be ruined, never able to hold your head up again."
Wang Rong understood this, which was why she acted as if nothing had happened. But her wishful thinking was useless. I'm the kind of person who won't let go of a toy I've set my sights on until I'm completely bored with it.
But to prevent her from being determined to fight me to the death, I had to tighten the rope around her neck slowly
. So I decided to take it slow. "Teacher, I don't want to force you, but I'm young and full of energy. If you don't help me release this pent-up desire, I might do something stupid." "
So what do you want to do?" I chuckled, unzipped my pants, and pulled out my little cannon. My
half-erect penis swaggered in the wind. "Teacher Wang, just let me ejaculate today. You decide. Once it's done today, I won't bother you this week."
Teacher Wang bit her lip and pointed to the desk below. I understood, leaped up, and sat boldly on the desk. I patted the desk, waiting for Teacher Wang to serve me.
Teacher Wang sat on the stool, grasping my penis with her delicate hand and stroking it up and down, her cheeks flushed, and she turned her face away from me. I chuckled inwardly; with this level of stimulation, even if she wore out her hand, I still wouldn't ejaculate. I'd already eaten all her abalone; how could I be satisfied with just a sip of soup?
So when she'd been vigorously masturbating for almost ten minutes without any results, I suddenly grabbed her hand. "Teacher, I can see your hand is getting sore. How about we try something different? Like using your feet, or your mouth, or something."
Wang Rong thought for a moment, then sat on the desk, her feet slamming against the edge, her black leather shoes falling to the floor. Today, Teacher Wang was wearing black suit trousers; it was a pity she wasn't wearing stockings or pantyhose. However, the sheer flesh-colored short stockings had a unique charm. I opened my phone and played the video of me playing with her feet last week. "Teacher, look, do it this way." Teacher Wang could only awkwardly squeeze and stomp on my penis while watching the video of me humiliating her. "Teacher, I have a question I've been wanting to ask you. I don't know if I should say it."
Wang Rong looked up and stopped what she was doing with her feet, asking blankly, "What question?" Oh crap, why did you stop? I grabbed Teacher Wang's stockinged foot and started playing with it myself. "Hasn't your husband ever done foot fetish with you?
You don't seem very skilled at it." Wang Rong hesitated for a long time. "My husband is a decent man, he wouldn't do such a perverted thing. Who plays with a woman's feet like that?"
I couldn't accept that. So you change your stockings every day, isn't it just to show off your long legs and beautiful feet? "Teacher, you don't know, every inch of a beautiful woman's skin is a fatal temptation for men. Especially a beauty like you, you are as dazzling as a beacon in the dark."
What woman doesn't like being praised? Even a teacher who educates people is no exception. Although Wang Rong didn't say anything, I could feel that she was less resistant to me. I let her continue to caress my penis with one foot, and then grabbed the other foot and put it in my mouth. Saliva soaked her stockings, and I mumbled indistinctly, "Teacher, your feet smell so good, they taste so good."
I kept gently biting her toes and licking her soles. She covered her mouth with her hand, muttering perverted words and occasionally letting out suppressed moans. After playing like this for a while, I felt the urge to ejaculate, so I pressed Wang Rong's beautiful feet firmly against my glans and spurted out several large, clear, foul-smelling semen. Then I cleaned it with the back of her foot.
Satisfied, I tucked my penis back into my underwear. I picked up her shoes and helped her put them on. I bowed to Wang Rong with a grin. "Thank you for your hospitality, Teacher. I felt very good today. Have a pleasant weekend. Don't worry, I won't say anything about what happened to you." With that, I slung my backpack over my shoulder and left the classroom, humming a tune from "Eighteen Touches."
The setting sun cast its reddish rays through the windows into the classroom. Wang Rong sat blankly at her desk. She reached down and touched her genitals, pulling her hand out to find them glistening with a lewd sheen. The feeling of her stockings sticking to her feet with semen was strange, yet she couldn't help but feel a ripple of emotion. She let out a long sigh, straightened her clothes, and got out of bed. The sound of her shoes tapping on the floor echoed in the empty corridor.

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