Rape of a teacher

Quan Quan teaches an elective course in General English (Plain English). Normally, nobody in our Chinese department is interested in English; we even barely scraped through the first two years of compulsory English. But this time, over fifty people signed up, all vying for front-row seats.

The first time I met Quan Quan, I was a third-year student in the Chinese department at Qufu Normal University. She was a teacher from a Beijing lecturer group, teaching at our school for two semesters. The lecturer group consisted of young teachers, only a few years older than the students. My roommates and I rated the female teachers using the same method we used to rate female students, and Quan Quan, with her charming smile and beautiful eyes, came in first. Everyone was determined to take her class, even if it was just English.

Quan Quan was very popular; after class, she was surrounded by students, all wanting to practice a few more sentences with her. I was too embarrassed to speak, so I never opened my mouth, but I secretly grew to like the class and looked forward to the two classes on Wednesday and Friday mornings every week. Many other boys in the class also suspiciously became "pro-British," constantly going to Quan Quan to borrow books and English tapes.

Standing on the podium, she wasn't like the other English teachers in our school, who were all dressed in Western-style gold-rimmed glasses and suits. Moreover, her first words, "Hello, students," were spoken in Mandarin—a somewhat broken Shandong accent, which made the whole class burst into laughter. "Your Shandong accent isn't perfect, but you all understood it, right?" Quan Quan said with a smile. "Learning English is the same; accent isn't the biggest obstacle. Don't lose confidence because of an accent, and don't spend too much time correcting it." This young teacher was quite kind, unlike those fake foreigners who mocked our Shandong English with their affected airs.

One day after class, I mustered my courage and went to the office to find Quan Quan. "Teacher Li," I said, "although I don't speak in class, I actually really like English. I just translated a few ancient poems and would like you to give me your feedback." As I spoke, I handed her the *Classic of Poetry* (specifically, the *Wei Feng* section). In the poem "Master Li Quan Quan," the passage describing "Hands like tender shoots, skin like congealed cream, neck like a cicada's, teeth like melon seeds, a beautiful forehead and arched eyebrows. A charming smile, beautiful eyes," was copied in my best cursive script onto a piece of rough-edged paper, with a note added: "Reviewed by Teacher Li Quan Quan." Quan Quan looked down at it, then looked up and said, "I'm so sorry, I don't quite understand the original text. It's not that your calligraphy is beautiful, but I don't understand classical poetry." I was prepared, and took out a copy of "The Book of Songs: A Modern Translation" from my bag. Quan Quan took the book, "Okay, let's try it."

After class on Friday, Quan Quan stopped me. "I've read your translation. Translating poetry is a form of re-creation, and it's not easy for others to make changes. I've given you a few suggestions for you to consider. Come with me," she said, turning to leave. Quan Quan led me to the meeting room next to the teacher's office. It was a private room for receiving parents, with two rows of sofa chairs, several individual chairs, a long table between the two rows of sofa chairs, and a photocopier. Quan Quan closed the doors and windows, turned on the air conditioning, and asked me to sit down. Then, Quan Quan and I began to discuss poetry translation techniques.

The second class had just begun, and we had finished our pleasant discussion: "That's it, teacher will teach you some more techniques next time..." Quan Quan said as she walked out, and I followed behind her step by step. Suddenly, Quan Quan turned around: "You have to really understand it when you get back..." She was talking, but her feet didn't stop. With

a "bang," Quan Quan's high heels twisted, and she fell sharply. I quickly helped her up... and that's when things happened... I looked around, and it turned out that Quan Quan had accidentally bumped into a small stool. Just as I was about to ask Quan Quan if she was okay, wait a minute? Why is it soft where I touched? I looked, and oh my god! I grabbed Quan Quan's full breasts. My face flushed. Quan Quan had already stood up. I quickly let go of her hand. Quan Quan's face was also red, and she kept staring at me. The atmosphere was so awkward. Time seemed to stand still; I didn't dare to move. Suddenly, Quan Quan moved...

She grabbed my penis. My penis was already hard from the soft touch. She kept rubbing it, and my school pants instantly formed a tent. Quan Quan laughed, a very lewd laugh. She pulled down my zipper, pulled down my underwear, and took out my erect penis. She kept rubbing it back and forth, while her other hand caressed my testicles. Her body slowly slid down, and then she stuck out her fiery red tongue, licking my purplish-red glans. The tingling sensation made me moan incessantly.

"Is it good?" Quan Quan looked up at me with a playful expression. I nodded vaguely, "Mmm..." I almost cried out, it felt so good! Her mouth was so warm, her lips tightly pressed together, her hot tongue sliding across my penis. I held Quan Quan's head down, and she blew even harder, her head bobbing violently back and forth, intensifying my pleasure. A tingling sensation ran down my spine, and I shuddered—I was about to ejaculate! As if sensing my urge, Quan Quan suddenly thrust her head forward, taking my entire penis into her mouth. I thrust forward, and my semen gushed into her mouth… I kept ejaculating, and Quan Quan couldn't take it all. A large amount of semen dripped from the corners of her mouth onto her brown dress. Quan Quan didn't care at all, continuing to suck on my penis and swallow my semen as if trying to suck out every last drop.

After I ejaculated, Quan Quan swallowed the semen from her mouth and, with a satisfied expression, licked my penis, which had just ejaculated. Quan Quan's oral skills were truly amazing, making me feel all tingly and itchy, and my worthy man instantly became erect again. In that instant, I seemed to see Quan Quan's eyes light up, a happy and excited expression appearing on her face. She stood up with a smile and said to me with a mischievous grin, "You've soiled the teacher's clothes, what are you going to do about it?" I was still immersed in the forbidden pleasure I had just experienced, and upon hearing Quan Quan's words, I stood there dumbfounded, not knowing what to say. "You just ejaculated a lot, you soaked the teacher's dress!" Quan Quan

's tone was sweet and seductive, which was incredibly stimulating for a young man in the prime of his life. I really wanted to rush over, strip her clothes off, and fuck her to the point of ecstasy. However, because she was my mentor, and because I still couldn't believe what had happened, I didn't dare to make a move.

I dared not move, but Quan Quan grew anxious. She paused for a moment, then slowly retreated three or four steps, before speaking, "If your clothes are dirty, you have to take them off. Hehe..." Quan Quan actually slowly took off her dress in front of me. My God! I couldn't believe my eyes. When Quan Quan's dress was pulled down to her chest, I gasped. Her bra was indeed incredibly sexy, matching her lipstick: a bright, vivid red, and it was a half-cup style, revealing most of her magnificent breasts. This was too stimulating! Quan Quan's skin was very fair, her arms were beautiful, and she had thick armpit hair, all of which constantly aroused my senses and mind.

Quan Quan suddenly stopped, staring intently at me, her tongue constantly licking her lips, as if hoping for something. Quan Quan's hands stopped removing her dress and began to sexually tease me. She put her right index finger to her mouth, licking it repeatedly with her soft, deep red tongue, while her left hand squeezed her left breast forcefully through her sexy bra, occasionally letting out soft moans.

People are always more curious about tools they cannot obtain. At that moment, I felt an urge to tear that sexy bra to shreds; my whole body felt like it was on fire, my fists clenched tighter and tighter, and my whole body seemed to tremble slightly. But Quan Quan went even further. Not only did she fondle her breasts and lick her fingers, but her entire body began to writhe. She raised her arms high above her head, revealing her thick, messy armpit hair, constantly twisting her waist and swaying her hips, while occasionally casting seductive glances. Her tongue roamed over her bare arms, finally settling under her armpits… Seeing that I remained unmoved, a look of disappointment appeared on Quan Quan's flushed face, and her movements slowed. After a while, Quan Quan stopped, her hands returning to her dress.

As her hands moved, Quan Quan's dress slowly slid down, and I heard a gurgling sound from my throat. What appeared next was Quan Quan's snow-white abdomen, just like her large breasts—extremely smooth, and incredibly alluring. Quan Quan's hand didn't stop for a moment. Just as she was about to see her panties, Quan Quan gave me a flirtatious wink.

Suddenly, with a "whoosh," Quan Quan was left only in her bra and panties, and my eyes lit up. Her panties and bra were clearly the same brand, the same bright red, the same allure; her thighs were even more irresistible, full and white, making one want to touch them; through her panties, I could already see Quan Quan's very thick pubic hair.

Before I could finish looking at her, Quan Quan slowly turned around, her back to me, her back as smooth and white as Yang's. She spread her legs, somewhat at ease, and I didn't know what she wanted to do. A minute later, Quan Quan suddenly bent over, looking at me between her thighs. I was suddenly startled to realize that her red panties were already wet, and a few pubic hairs were peeking out from the side. I felt as if I were bewitched, my throat was incredibly dry, and I took a step towards Quan Quan in a daze. My penis was already bulging with veins, imposing and arrogant, in a state of tension, burning with lust. The precum on my penis seemed to be craving the woman in front of me. I knew that I needed the woman in front of me. Seeing my reaction, Quan Quan's hand roamed more brazenly over her labia, rubbing them through her panties.

"Ugh...ugh...oh...ah..." Quan Quan let out sweet moans, her juices flowing freely, instantly soaking a large patch of her panties. While masturbating, Quan Quan's gaze never left me, watching my expression, finally settling on my imposing penis. Following Quan Quan's gaze, I involuntarily shifted my eyes to my penis as well. It was like a boxer who had just warmed up, brimming with boundless fighting spirit, ready to strike down his opponent at any moment. Because of Quan Quan's arousing words, my vaginal fluids increased...

Quan Quan knelt down in front of me, wrapped her arms around my thighs, and extended her tongue, licking my vaginal fluids clean from the bottom of my scrotum to the tip of my penis. Her tongue then moved to the glans, constantly stirring the remaining fluids, finally bringing them into her mouth and wiping them clean. This was the second time Quan Quan had given me oral sex, and a wave of pleasure washed over me, as if I were in heaven.

Quan Quan didn't stop; her tongue slid up and down my penis, slowly moving down until she opened her mouth and took my testicles in. Her tongue incessantly licked my scrotum and testicles, while her warm hands gripped my penis and stroked it back and forth... "Oh...oh...uh..." I couldn't take it anymore; all reason and psychological barriers vanished instantly. I reached out and grabbed Quan Quan's hair, slowly lifting her up. Quan Quan seemed to understand my intention, immediately taking my penis into her mouth. Her warm little mouth moved back and forth, it felt so good! However, I had no intention of ejaculating. I didn't want to delay any longer, so I moved my hands to Quan Quan's armpits and gently lifted her up. She understood my meaning and slowly stood up. I'm quite tall; Quan Quan only reached my chest when she stood up. I forcefully and haphazardly shoved my rock-hard penis back into my school pants. "You...you...you're leaving...!?"

Quan Quan's tone was panicked, followed by an expression that looked like she was about to cry. I looked at Quan Quan for a while, then reached out and grabbed her left breast with my right hand, and pushed her forcefully onto the sofa... Quan Quan fell and sat on the sofa, and I pounced on her like a wolf, wanting to unleash the desire that had been suppressed for nearly half an hour in one breath. Finally, I pushed hard, inserting my entire penis into the teacher's vagina. So good, the teacher's vagina was so tight, the warm flesh walls tightly wrapped around my penis.

Ah...so...so beautiful...good student...finally I give it to you...you finally fucked me...the teacher wants you...fuck...the teacher is completely liberated, no longer having any normal reservations, completely liberated, and I thrust even more vigorously. Mmm...oh...darling "Love...you're fucking me to death...so...good...again...faster..." I simply put the teacher's legs on my shoulders, raised her genitals, and thrust in and out, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. "

Oh...you're so good at fucking...I'm about to surrender...ah...fuck me...fuck me again...I want...I want it every day...I want you to fuck me...ah..." The teacher's lewd moans further stimulated me. Ten minutes passed, and we... My body was already soaked with sweat.

Teacher is about to cum… You're so amazing… You're so good at fucking… Teacher is about to be… fucked to death… Ah… Faster… Faster… Teacher is about to cum… I've already made sure Teacher is completely devoted to me, so I've been holding back, not letting myself ejaculate, I have to make Teacher cum first, I thrust quickly. I lifted her smooth, snow-white, plump buttocks with both hands, and began to thrust gently and slowly. And… The teacher swayed her slender waist in response, thrusting her plump buttocks forward repeatedly. I thrust in and out, sometimes shallow, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow, shifting left and right with each stroke. The teacher revealed her seductive and wanton instincts, moaning and groaning, emitting increasingly intoxicating sounds.

Oh...oh! ...! ...So good! ...So...so comfortable! ...My little pussy can't take it...You're so amazing, mmm! ...After dozens of thrusts, the teacher was trembling and moaning uncontrollably. ...Ugh...Ah! ...A little harder...I thrust harder, just as she asked. Teacher, call me your dear brother. No...I'm your teacher...Hmm...So embarrassing...You're seducing...Teacher...It seems she won't listen to me, so I increased the speed of my thrusts and penetrated deeper. Teacher, call me your dear brother!

Ah...Student...Hmm...Dear brother! Fuck me now! ...This trick really works. A wet, gurgling sound, her little pussy gripping my penis tightly. The teacher was panting heavily, sweating profusely, her eyes slightly closed, her beautiful pink face showing the joy of sexual satisfaction. My beloved teacher, are you satisfied? Are you enjoying it? Mmm...mmm...you're really good! ...Oh...I'm so...so happy! The teacher was now aroused, her heart pounding, her blood rushing, her desire burning, and her juices flowing freely. She trembled uncontrollably, moaning incessantly.

Teacher, what did you say was too big? Ugh...you're teasing me, you know perfectly well what you're asking...it's you...your penis is too...too big! ...The teacher, overcome with pride, closed her alluring eyes and whispered softly... As she spoke...

Quan Quan teaches the elective course "Public English in Plain Language." No one in our Chinese department was originally interested in English; we even barely scraped through the first two years of compulsory English. But this time, over fifty people signed up, all scrambling for front-row seats.

The first time I met Quan Quan, I was a third-year student in the Chinese department at Qufu Normal University. She was a teacher from the Beijing lecturer group, teaching at our school for two semesters. The lecturer group consisted mostly of young teachers, much younger than the students. A few years older, the guys in my dorm started rating the female teachers using the same method they used to rate girls. "Quan Quan," with her charming smile and beautiful eyes, came in first. Everyone was determined to take her class, even her English class.

Quan Quan was very popular; after class, she was surrounded by students, all wanting to practice a few more sentences with her. I was too shy to embarrass myself and never spoke, but I secretly loved the class and looked forward to Wednesdays and Fridays every week. During the two classes this morning, many of the other boys in the class also suspiciously became "pro-British," constantly going to Quan Quan to borrow books and English tapes.

Standing on the podium, unlike our school's English teachers who were all very Westernized with their gold-rimmed glasses and suits, her first words, "Hello, students," were spoken in Mandarin—a somewhat broken Shandong accent—which made the whole class burst into laughter. "Your Shandong accent isn't perfect, but you all understood it, right?" Quan Quan said with a smile. "Learning English is like that too; accent isn't the biggest obstacle." "Don't lose confidence because of your accent, and don't spend too much time correcting it." This young teacher was quite kind, unlike those fake foreigners who mocked our Shandong English.

After class one day, I mustered up my courage and went to the office to find Quan Quan. "Teacher Li, although I don't speak in class, I actually really like English. I just translated a few ancient poems and would like to ask you to correct them," I said, handing over the poem from the Book of Songs, "Wei Feng, Shuo Ren": "Her hands are like tender shoots, her skin like congealed fat, her neck like a cicada's, her teeth like melon seeds, her forehead broad and her eyebrows arched." The original Chinese text of "巧笑倩兮，美目望兮" was copied onto a piece of rough-edged paper in my most prized cursive script, with the addition of "Li Quan Quan Teacher's corrections." Quan Quan looked down at it, then looked up at me and said, "I'm so sorry, I don't quite understand the original text." "It's not that I'm saying your calligraphy is beautiful, but that I don't understand classical poetry." I was prepared and took out a copy of "A Modern Translation of the Book of Songs" from my bag. Quan Quan took the book, "Okay, try it out."

After class on Friday, Quan Quan stopped me, "I've read your translation. Translating poetry is a kind of re-creation, and it's not easy for others to change it. I've given you a few suggestions for you to consider. Come with me." After saying that, she turned and walked out. Quan Quan led me to the reception room next to the teacher's office. It was a place specifically for receiving parents. Inside, there were two rows of sofa chairs, several individual chairs, a long table between the two rows of sofa chairs, and a photocopier. Quan Quan closed the doors and windows, turned on the air conditioning, and asked me to sit down. Then Quan Quan and I discussed the techniques of translating poetry.

The second class had just begun, and we had finished our pleasant discussion: "That's it, teacher will teach you some more techniques next time..." Quan Quan said as she walked out, and I followed behind her step by step. Suddenly, Quan Quan turned around: "You have to really understand it when you get back..." She was talking, but her feet didn't stop. With

a "bang," Quan Quan's high heels twisted, and she fell sharply. I quickly helped her up... and that's when things happened... I looked around, and it turned out that Quan Quan had accidentally bumped into a small stool. Just as I was about to ask Quan Quan if she was okay, wait a minute? Why is it soft where I touched? I looked, and oh my god! I grabbed Quan Quan's full breasts. My face flushed. Quan Quan had already stood up. I quickly let go of her hand. Quan Quan's face was also red, and she kept staring at me. The atmosphere was so awkward. Time seemed to stand still; I didn't dare to move. Suddenly, Quan Quan moved...

She grabbed my penis. My penis was already hard from the soft touch. She kept rubbing it, and my school pants instantly formed a tent. Quan Quan laughed, a very lewd laugh. She pulled down my zipper, pulled down my underwear, and took out my erect penis. She kept rubbing it back and forth, while her other hand caressed my testicles. Her body slowly slid down, and then she stuck out her fiery red tongue, licking my purplish-red glans. The tingling sensation made me moan incessantly.

"Is it good?" Quan Quan looked up at me with a playful expression. I nodded vaguely, "Mmm..." I almost cried out, it felt so good! Her mouth was so warm, her lips tightly pressed together, her hot tongue sliding across my penis. I held Quan Quan's head down, and she blew even harder, her head bobbing violently back and forth, intensifying my pleasure. A tingling sensation ran down my spine, and I shuddered—I was about to ejaculate! As if sensing my urge, Quan Quan suddenly thrust her head forward, taking my entire penis into her mouth. I thrust forward, and my semen gushed into her mouth… I kept ejaculating, and Quan Quan couldn't take it all. A large amount of semen dripped from the corners of her mouth onto her brown dress. Quan Quan didn't care at all, continuing to suck on my penis and swallow my semen as if trying to suck out every last drop.

After I ejaculated, Quan Quan swallowed the semen from her mouth and, with a satisfied expression, licked my penis, which had just ejaculated. Quan Quan's oral skills were truly amazing, making me feel all tingly and itchy, and my worthy man instantly became erect again. In that instant, I seemed to see Quan Quan's eyes light up, a happy and excited expression appearing on her face. She stood up with a smile and said to me with a mischievous grin, "You've soiled the teacher's clothes, what are you going to do about it?" I was still immersed in the forbidden pleasure I had just experienced, and upon hearing Quan Quan's words, I stood there dumbfounded, not knowing what to say. "You just ejaculated a lot, you soaked the teacher's dress!" Quan Quan

's tone was sweet and seductive, which was incredibly stimulating for a young man in the prime of his life. I really wanted to rush over, strip her clothes off, and fuck her to the point of ecstasy. However, because she was my mentor, and because I still couldn't believe what had happened, I didn't dare to make a move.

I dared not move, but Quan Quan grew anxious. She paused for a moment, then slowly retreated three or four steps, before speaking, "If your clothes are dirty, you have to take them off. Hehe..." Quan Quan actually slowly took off her dress in front of me. My God! I couldn't believe my eyes. When Quan Quan's dress was pulled down to her chest, I gasped. Her bra was indeed incredibly sexy, matching her lipstick: a bright, vivid red, and it was a half-cup style, revealing most of her magnificent breasts. This was too stimulating! Quan Quan's skin was very fair, her arms were beautiful, and she had thick armpit hair, all of which constantly aroused my senses and mind.

Quan Quan suddenly stopped, staring intently at me, her tongue constantly licking her lips, as if hoping for something. Quan Quan's hands stopped removing her dress and began to sexually tease me. She put her right index finger to her mouth, licking it repeatedly with her soft, deep red tongue, while her left hand squeezed her left breast forcefully through her sexy bra, occasionally letting out soft moans.

People are always more curious about tools they cannot obtain. At that moment, I felt an urge to tear that sexy bra to shreds; my whole body felt like it was on fire, my fists clenched tighter and tighter, and my whole body seemed to tremble slightly. But Quan Quan went even further. Not only did she fondle her breasts and lick her fingers, but her entire body began to writhe. She raised her arms high above her head, revealing her thick, messy armpit hair, constantly twisting her waist and swaying her hips, while occasionally casting seductive glances. Her tongue roamed over her bare arms, finally settling under her armpits… Seeing that I remained unmoved, a look of disappointment appeared on Quan Quan's flushed face, and her movements slowed. After a while, Quan Quan stopped, her hands returning to her dress.

As her hands moved, Quan Quan's dress slowly slid down, and I heard a gurgling sound from my throat. What appeared next was Quan Quan's snow-white abdomen, just like her large breasts—extremely smooth, and incredibly alluring. Quan Quan's hand didn't stop for a moment. Just as she was about to see her underwear, Quan Quan gave me a flirtatious wink.

Suddenly, with a "whoosh," Quan Quan was left only in her bra and panties, and my eyes lit up. Her panties and bra were clearly the same brand, the same bright red, the same allure; her thighs were even more irresistible, full and white, making one want to touch them; through her panties, I could already see Quan Quan's very thick pubic hair.

Before I could finish looking, Quan Quan slowly turned around, her back to me, her back as smooth and white as ever. She spread her legs, somewhat like a resting position, and I didn't know what she wanted to do. A minute later, Quan Quan suddenly bent over, looking at me between her thighs. I was startled to realize that her red panties were already wet, with a few pubic hairs peeking out from the side. I felt as if I were under a spell, my throat incredibly dry, and I took a step towards Quan Quan in a daze. My penis was already bulging with veins, powerful and arrogant, in a state of tense anticipation, burning with lust. The precum on my penis seemed to be craving the woman in front of me. I knew that I needed this woman. Seeing that I was aroused, Quan Quan's hand roamed even more brazenly over her labia, rubbing them through her panties.

"Ugh...ugh...oh...ah..." Quan Quan let out sweet moans, her juices flowing freely, instantly soaking a large patch of her underwear. While masturbating, Quan Quan's gaze never left me, watching my expression, finally settling on my imposing penis. Following Quan Quan's gaze, I involuntarily shifted my eyes to my penis as well. It was like a boxer who had just warmed up, brimming with boundless fighting spirit, ready to knock down his opponent at any moment. Because of Quan Quan's arousing words, my vaginal fluids increased...

Quan Quan knelt down in front of me, wrapped her arms around my thighs, and extended her tongue, licking my vaginal fluids clean from the bottom of my scrotum to the tip of my penis. Her tongue then moved to the glans, constantly stirring the remaining fluids, finally bringing them into her mouth and wiping them clean. This was the second time Quan Quan had given me oral sex, and a wave of pleasure washed over me, as if I were in heaven.

Quan Quan didn't stop; her tongue slid up and down my penis, slowly moving down until she opened her mouth and took my testicles in. Her tongue incessantly licked my scrotum and testicles, while her warm hands gripped my penis and stroked it back and forth... "Oh...oh...uh..." I couldn't take it anymore; all reason and psychological barriers vanished instantly. I reached out and grabbed Quan Quan's hair, slowly lifting her up. Quan Quan seemed to understand my intention, immediately taking my penis into her mouth. Her warm little mouth moved back and forth, it felt so good! However, I had no intention of ejaculating. I didn't want to delay any longer, so I moved my hands to Quan Quan's armpits and gently lifted her up. She understood my meaning and slowly stood up. I'm quite tall; Quan Quan only reached my chest when she stood up. I forcefully and haphazardly shoved my rock-hard penis back into my school pants. "You...you...you're leaving...!?"

Quan Quan's voice was panicked, followed by a look that looked like she was about to cry. I looked at Quan Quan for a moment, then reached out and grabbed her left breast, forcefully pushing her onto the sofa... Quan Quan fell and sat on the sofa. I pounced on her like a wolf, wanting to unleash the desire I had suppressed for nearly half an hour in one go. Finally, I pushed hard, inserting my entire penis into the teacher's vagina. It felt so good; the teacher's vagina was so tight, the warm flesh walls tightly enveloping my penis.

Ah…good…so beautiful…good student…finally, I’m giving it to you…you finally fucked me…teacher wants you…fuck…teacher is completely liberated, no longer has any normal reservations, utterly liberated, I thrust even harder. Hmm…oh…darling…you’re fucking teacher to death…good…so good…again…faster…I simply put the teacher’s legs on my shoulders, raised her vulva, thrusting in and out, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow, sometimes fast, sometimes slow.

Oh…you’re so good at fucking…teacher is about to surrender…ah…fuck me…fuck me again…I want…I want it every day…I want you to fuck me…ah…the teacher’s lewd moans stimulated me even more, ten minutes passed, and we were both soaked in sweat.

Teacher is about to come... You're so amazing... You're so good at fucking... Teacher is about to be... fucked to death by you... Ah... Faster... Faster... Teacher is about to cum... I've already made Teacher completely devoted to me, so I've been holding back, not letting myself ejaculate, I have to make Teacher cum first, I thrust quickly. I lifted her smooth, snow-white, plump buttocks with both hands, gently thrusting in and out. And Teacher also twisted her slender waist to cooperate, constantly thrusting her plump buttocks forward and welcoming me. I thrust nine shallow times and one deep time, or nine deep times and one shallow time, sometimes left and sometimes right. Teacher revealed her seductive and wanton instincts, she moaned and groaned, frequently emitting soul-stirring moans.

Oh... Oh! ...! ...So good! ...So...so comfortable! ...My little pussy can't take it... You're so amazing, um! ...After dozens of thrusts, the teacher was already moaning and groaning. ...Ugh...Ah! ...A little harder...I thrust harder, as she asked. Teacher, call me dear brother. No...I'm your teacher...Hmm...I'm so ashamed...You're seducing...Teacher...Seeing that she wouldn't listen to me, I increased the speed of my thrusts and penetrated deeper.

Teacher, call me dear brother! Ah...Student...Hmm...Dear brother! Fuck me now! ...This trick really worked. A wet, wet moaning sound filled the air as her little pussy gripped my penis tightly. The teacher was panting heavily, covered in sweat, her eyes slightly closed, her beautiful face showing the joy of sexual satisfaction. My beloved teacher, are you satisfied? Are you enjoying it? Hmm...Hmm...You're really good! ...Oh...I'm so...so happy! By this time, the teacher was aroused to the point where her heart was pounding, her blood was rushing, her desire was burning, and her juices were flowing freely. She trembled with unbearable ecstasy, moaning incessantly. "

Teacher, what did you say was too big?" "Ugh...you're bullying me, you know perfectly well what I'm asking...it's you...your penis is too...too big!"...The teacher, overcome with pride and shyness, closed her alluring eyes and whispered softly...

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