The beautiful teacher just got married

That day, as soon as I opened QQ, she greeted me, and we started chatting. She was 30 years old, newly married, a typical young married woman. But she told me that she basically had no sex drive anymore, and there was no passion between her and her husband; they only had sex once or twice a month. At first, I was puzzled—how could there be no passion so soon after marriage? But then I thought about it, and it made sense. If you already have something, and can get it anytime, then there's no passion left.

She told me that she had just quit her job because of her marriage and was now looking for work. She didn't want to be a housewife; she wanted to work independently. I asked her if she had any major in education, and if there was anything I could help her with. She said she studied mathematics in college and used to be a math teacher in a rural school. She taught for several years and loved children, but because her husband lived in another city, she had to quit her job to get married and came here. I told her I had a few influential friends in the education field and would definitely keep an eye out for her. She thanked me very much and said that if things went well, she would treat me to a big meal.

After chatting on and off a few times, I didn't pay much attention. To be honest, I was just chatting with her out of politeness. Later, I asked her for a photo. If she looked good, we could chat some more; if not, it was goodbye. To my surprise, she said she didn't have one. I was disappointed. She said

she could scan it and send it to me next week. I didn't really care about this perfunctory response; she probably just wanted to make up an excuse to comfort me. I didn't think much of it. That Sunday, I was extremely bored at home, so I opened QQ and saw she was online! So we chatted casually. I first told her about the recent recruitment situation at several schools, which my friends in education had told me. She was surprised, probably because she didn't expect an ordinary online friend like me to actually help her. I asked her if she had the photo she promised to give me last time. To be honest, I didn't expect her to actually scan it and send it to me, but she told me she did and sent it to me immediately.

When I opened it, it was her wedding photo with her husband. Looking at the photo, she was indeed quite pretty, especially her bust. I asked her what she was doing now. She said she was bored; her husband had stayed up late last night and was sleeping now. I said, "Why don't you come out and meet me? We can chat." She hesitated for a long time and said, "No, thank you." I said, "Since you don't have anything else to do, let's meet and chat now." She was still hesitant and said, "Send me your photo first."

I smiled. I'm 177cm tall and very confident in myself. I believed that women would be immediately captivated by my photo, so I sent it to her without hesitation. After seeing the photo, she finally agreed to meet me.

We arranged to meet near a flower market. The environment was nice, and it was relatively close to both of us. Finally, I saw her! She was wearing a red dress and sunglasses, basically exactly as I had imagined a mature woman—very voluptuous, and her breasts were as full as in the photo. Her skin looked very smooth and soft, exactly my ideal of a mature woman.

We smiled at each other, like old friends. It was summer, very hot, and almost noon. I suggested we go to a nearby Western restaurant for lunch and a chat, and she agreed, naturally taking my arm as we walked towards it. The restaurant had two floors, and we went up to the second floor. The second floor was large, filled with those romantic rattan chairs, and some artificial vines and green leaves. We chose a seat at the very back by the window, where we could clearly see outside, but the waiter coming up from the first floor wouldn't immediately see us.

Then, we ordered. We sat there quietly, looking at each other.

She was witty and a good conversationalist, and we chatted happily, gradually becoming more familiar with each other. I touched her hand, feeling its softness and smoothness. I asked her, "When I touch your hand now, does your heart beat fast?" She smiled and said, "No, I'm not that sensitive." I said, "Then where are you most sensitive?" She said, "I don't have any sensitive spots." I told her, "I'll explore your most sensitive spot." Then I sat down next to her.

I held her slender waist; it was so soft, with a touch of flesh (actually, I don't really like skinny women who have no meat on them), and it felt really good. She rested her head on my body, and my hand naturally moved to her breasts. Oh, even through her clothes, I could clearly feel that mound of flesh—so soft and elastic, and quite large! I was so lucky to have met such a beauty!

I held her close and asked, "How is it? Does it feel good?" She nodded shyly. Then I quietly asked her, "Are you wet down there?" Her face flushed instantly, and she pouted coquettishly, saying,

"Am I that useless?" "Okay, let me feel it, I'll know as soon as I touch you." My hand immediately slipped under her skirt and began to grope. "No, what if the waiter comes up and sees?" she said nervously. "It's okay, he can't see. If he comes up, I'll just pull out immediately, okay?" I reassured her.

My hand slowly began to reach into her mysterious depths. She pressed her head tightly against my chest, and I could clearly feel her heart pounding. She began to moan softly in my ear—a sound that was intoxicating, a sound that aroused a strong desire to conquer. My penis instantly hardened under the allure of that sound.

My hand suddenly felt a forest—oh, I'd arrived! Slowly continuing downwards, I sought the woman's most sensitive clitoris. Suddenly, the forest turned into a plain—oh, her pubic hair was so sparse, already damp. I quickly found her clitoris and began to gently rub it with my fingers. "Ah, no!" She tensed up, clinging tightly to my neck.

"Didn't you say there was no water? I feel like there's a flood, is it time for a rescue?"

I whispered mischievously in her ear. "No, it's all your fault. Who asked you to touch me there?" she said shyly, like a young girl experiencing the first stirrings of love. "Since it's all my fault anyway, I might as well go all the way and be bad!" I increased the speed of my kneading, and she trembled incessantly in my arms, her juices flowing out even more profusely, soaking my hands. "I can't take it anymore, please, take it out!" she pleaded, panting. "Then where should I put my hand? If I take it out?" "Can you put it on my breasts? They're itchy there too." "Okay." I pulled my hand out and let her smell it. "Smell it, what does it smell like?" "Ugh!" She took my hand and carefully wiped it with a napkin. I put my hand back on her full breasts; they were so round and smooth, her skin was truly beautiful. "Look, there's a waiter at the restaurant across the street looking this way. Shall we do it for him?" "No way! I'll be so embarrassed if someone sees us!" "It's okay, it's quite far, he won't be able to see very clearly." I placed my hands on her breasts and began to kiss her passionately again. She immediately responded, tightly hugging my neck and frequently teasing me with her sweet tongue. Her face was flushed, and her chest heaved. We reached out and embraced each other almost simultaneously. Her hands wrapped around the back of my neck, and we kissed, greedily sucking each other's saliva. Our tongues intertwined intensely, and my hands kneaded her breasts. Her breasts were large and soft. I could feel some extra flesh on her waist, but not much. This was a body that could arouse any man's desire.

Her trembling grew stronger, and her face turned red. "Shall we go? Let's go somewhere else?" I knew she couldn't take it anymore, which suited me perfectly. Reluctantly, I removed my hands from her breasts.

We paid the bill and left the restaurant.

"Where to?" I wasn't very familiar with this area. "There seems to be a hotel over there. I saw it when I dropped off a friend before, but I don't know what it's like," she told me shyly. I knew she was enduring the same torment as me, so we went to the hotel she mentioned.

Once in the room, I closed the door, and she immediately threw herself into my arms. We held each other tightly. She then pulled me into her embrace, and our lips met in a passionate kiss! At first, I was even a little surprised—so impulsive!

She entwined her wet tongue with mine while tightly embracing me, panting heavily... The kiss was passionate and intense. I pounced on her, pressing my already erect member against her through her pants, making her gasp and moan... I felt her trembling intensify; she was clearly very sensitive. Suddenly, she convulsed—she had an orgasm! We separated slightly, continuing our passionate embrace.

Her panties were visibly wet. I had actually wanted to penetrate her for a while, but since she was such a beauty, a respectable young woman, there was no rush; I had to savor it slowly! We disarmed each other, and naked, we entwined again on the bed. The real foreplay began... I slowly manipulated, licked, caressed, and enjoyed her body, watching her tremble slightly, pant, and writhe. When I reached her genitals, I gave her oral sex... It was so small, so tight, so wet. She raised her hips high, wrapped her legs around my shoulders, and cradled my head in her hands, murmuring, "Oh...oh...how do you understand women so well...oh..." I then kissed her cherry-red lips. Because our hearts were filled with love, the kiss was especially deep and sweet. As my tongue teased her, she released her fragrant saliva, which I sucked on, and we drank each other's saliva as if it were fine wine.

At this moment, her hands delicately caressed my strong body, my broad and muscular arms and chest...she couldn't help but be excited by the special touch...she loved me to death...she felt so weak and insignificant, and needed a man like me to protect her, to fill her body completely, to shoot my abundant and strong semen into her thirsty desire, so that she would be healthy and beautiful because of love.

At this moment, guided by me, her delicate hand touched my firm buttocks. She felt those two muscles rising and falling vigorously, pressing the hard flesh tightly into her uterus, making her tremble and feel extremely numb. My testicles were now full of semen again, hard, swollen, and heavy, making my heart race. After being caressed and soothed by her delicate hand, they swelled even more, as if they had come back to life, commanding the big cock in the tender hole to begin a fierce assault.

Then, she felt the tender affection and love between them reach their peak. At this moment, she couldn't help but become excited and wanton, moaning: "Ah...ah...so beautiful...thrust harder...mmm...ah...fuck me to death...mmm...mmm...kiss...you're so good...oh...oh...ouch...it feels so good...mmm...ah...ah...ouch...ouch...it hurts...it's good..." "Wonderful...Brother...Sister...So good...Mmm...Mmm..." At this moment, my big cock swelled up to be especially thick, completely stretching out her tender hole, which was swollen and tight from repeated thrusting, making her feel a tearing pain. Moreover, the veins on my cock were fiercely scraping against the fragile and sensitive flesh walls with each thrust, making her almost unable to breathe. But she endured the pain, twisting her pink buttocks and thrusting upwards forcefully, allowing the extremely thick and long penis to penetrate even deeper, tightly filling the deepest part of her narrow vagina... At this moment, her intense and wanton lust masked the physical pain, allowing her to relentlessly respond to my rapid and firm thrusts. The enormous glans infiltrated inch by inch, attempting to conquer her tender uterus once more. She overflowed with streams of passionate and wanton lustful fluid, lubricating the intense and fiery thrusts. Finally, the large glans penetrated her narrow uterus again, causing her tender flower to bloom.

She let out an almost unbearable "Eek," and the tender spring water flowed from the depths of her uterus, warming the large glans and diluting her pain. Although I felt her tender vagina had become small and narrow, tightly gripping my large penis, making me feel incredibly excited and comfortable, my big cock hard and throbbing, I really wanted to thrust into it hard. However, seeing her delicate and pained appearance, I felt boundless tenderness in my heart. So I slowed down my thrusting, rubbing my egg-shaped glans against her cervix, while passionately kissing her and gently asking, "Darling... does it hurt a lot? Bear with it, brother will be gentle and slow down to make you feel good." Seeing my tender and affectionate care, she felt all the pain vanish. Her heart was surging, and she could no longer suppress her overflowing desire. She tenderly hugged me and kissed me, softly whispering, "I... darling... you're so good... mmm... my good husband... I..." "Knowing you truly love me... her whole being and heart belong to you too... oh... you love me so desperately... fuck me... oh... she... is... willing to let you fuck her to death... oh... oh... I'm so happy... so comfortable... mmm... um..." Sure enough, under my gentle, warm, and unrestrained grinding, coupled with her overflowing love and intense lust, her womb, under the caress of my hot, red glans, was like a fig blossoming with sweet juice, overflowing with hot, thick, slippery, and greasy sweet lustful juice, not only soaking my glans and that extremely thick and long penis, but also overflowing from between her pink and tender labia.

Seeing the blush on her pretty face, I knew she had already tasted pleasure. So I had her hold my firm buttocks with both hands, and I embraced her soft, pink buttocks, making our genitals even more tightly joined, my large glans grinding tightly against the tender flesh of her uterus. She was completely absorbed in the moment, unable to withstand my skillful manipulation. After only a few minutes, she trembled and ejaculated… more waves of lustful fluid gushed out, the warm, melting spring water sending shivers of pleasure through my glans, and I couldn't help but ejaculate thick, white semen.

[The End]

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