【My English Teacher】(02) 【Author: Cristiano】

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(1024) window.open(http://2sw.xyz/https://i.imgur.com/yzwnxhpb.png);" onload="if(this.width>1024)this.　　Chapter Two 　　Filled with the joy of successfully conquering Teacher Hu, I dressed and left the classroom first. Partly because I couldn't 　　leave with Teacher Hu and would arouse suspicion, and partly because Teacher Hu seemed still dazed, breathing heavily with a vacant look in her eyes
. 　　" 　　Finish and run..." After I left, Teacher Hu Shuting sat alone in the classroom, slowly 　　putting on her smelly dark blue lace lingerie and panties. Looking at her breasts, red from being played with, she suddenly felt like crying. 　　"How could I do this with my student..." Teacher Hu kept questioning herself, but then she remembered 　　the pleasure she had just experienced. 　　Her husband had been away on business for two weeks, and the sex had come at just the right time. Teacher Hu shook her head vigorously 　　, trying to shake off the memory of my large penis from her mind, but it wouldn't leave; clearly, the effects of my drug 　　were still wearing off. The teacher slapped herself, then quickly put on her skirt and torn light blue 　　top, using her books to cover the ripped collar as she hurried towards the parking lot. 　　Just as she reached the bottom of the hallway, a familiar voice called out to her. "Teacher Hu!" Teacher Hu turned 　　around. "Still here so late?" It was Jia'en from the next class. Teacher Hu clutched her books tightly to her chest 　　, afraid Jia'en would see her disheveled appearance. "I was tutoring other students," Teacher Hu 　　replied, feigning composure. "Teacher, let me go with you to your car." 　　"No need, no need!" Teacher Hu quickly replied, "I can walk by myself, bye-bye." Then 　　she took small steps towards the parking lot. Teacher Hu's strange behavior caught Jia'en's attention, "She's so weird..." 　　Because it was late, Teacher Hu's car was one of the last few in the parking lot. Hurriedly getting into her car, 　　Teacher Hu finally breathed a sigh of relief. She turned on the air conditioning and quietly considered what had just happened. "How could this be..." 　　Ms. Hu was filled with guilt towards her husband. "Why did I suddenly want to be fucked so badly... My husband has only 　　been gone for two weeks..." 　　Unaware that she had been drugged, Ms. Hu continued to think. Suddenly, she came up with a 　　reason to justify her behavior: although her husband had only been gone for two weeks, they hadn't been intimate for a long time. They 　　had agreed to focus on their careers first, and have children later, so her husband had been working hard from dawn till dusk, and 　　they hadn't had sex for two months. "That must be it," Ms. Hu thought to herself. 　　She longed for her husband's penis, but this couldn't overshadow the memory of the pleasure I had just given her. Ms. Hu 　　actually wanted to keep the memory of being fucked by me, but she wished even more that the huge penis that had given her such intense pleasure wasn't mine 　　, but her husband's. Thinking this, the last bit of the aphrodisiac took effect. Ms. Hu 　　pulled her skirt up slightly, then pulled down her panties, and began to masturbate. 　　"Mmm...mmm..." Having just been fucked, Ms. Hu's genitals quickly became wet again. 　　Her first memory of this car flashed through her mind. It was her husband's engagement gift; that day, they 　　rode in this car to the beach, and in the heat of the moment, they kissed. Then, she gave her virginity to her husband 　　, right there in this car. 　　She still remembered wearing a plain yellow dress that day, her deep red puffer jacket 　　barely visible underneath, creating a deep cleavage, ready to give away her first time. Thinking of this, Ms. Hu 　　began to grope herself. Her right hand continued stimulating her clitoris and labia, while her left hand unhooked her bra and pushed it 　　up, then pinched her nipples to make them erect, before starting to rub her left breast clockwise. Ms. Hu 　　closed her eyes, making moaning sounds, seemingly enjoying herself. 　　Ms. Hu continued to recall the scene of her first night as material for her sexual fantasies during masturbation. Her eyes became hazy, 　　and she fantasized that her left hand was her husband's large, thick hand, capable of barely grasping her entire breast, while her right hand, pretending to be 　　her husband's, explored her inner thigh and mysterious triangle. 　　"Mmm," honey, ah, ah," she murmured. She moved the driver's seat back, adjusted the backrest to its 　　lowest position, and lay down, unzipping her tight black dress and pulling off her dress and panties. 　　She leaned back, closing her eyes and imagining her husband slamming her down and pinning her beneath him, her left hand, slick with saliva, 　　vigorously rubbing her left breast, while she began inserting her right index and middle fingers into her vagina. "Ah...honey 　　...slower...oh...um...oh..." 　　This time, Ms. Hu's long legs weren't wrapped around her fiancé's back, but rather she was gripping the steering 　　wheel with her toes; her cherry-like mouth wasn't kissing her fiancé, but moaning wantonly; the thing thrusting into her vagina wasn't her 　　fiancé's penis, but her own golden finger; the love fluid flowing out wasn't mixed with 　　the blood from her broken hymen, but with my semen. But for Ms. Hu, this masturbation was just like the first time she was fucked 　　, so pleasurable that her mind went blank. 　　Hearing her own moans, Ms. Hu became more and more aroused, thrusting more and more vigorously, and simultaneously 　　massaging her clitoris with her thumb. Her long, black hair was disheveled, and her body trembled with the rhythm of the thrusting. "Honey 　　, you're so good!" Although she was calling out her husband's nickname, her mind was simultaneously conjuring images of her 　　husband and the student who had just given her two orgasms—that is, me. But Ms. Hu was already too excited to care about 　　anything else. 　　"Ahhh!" "Honey, I'm almost there!" "Oh!" And so, Ms. Hu reached her third 　　orgasm of the day, wetting the driver's seat. Ms. Hu turned down the air conditioning and lay down to calm her rapid breathing. 　　"Ding-dong!" A LINE text message startled Ms. Hu, making her sit up. It contained a nude photo; her face was blurred 　　, but Ms. Hu recognized her perfect figure. Yes, the sender was Zijian, the one who had fucked her so hard 　　she didn't want to anymore.

While masturbating, my face replaced her husband's in her mind, making her
feel less guilty about having sex with me. She sent an angry emoji and replied, "If you dare to post this picture,
I won't let you touch me!"
After replying, Ms. Hu put her underwear back on, casually slipped on a skirt without zipping it up, tucked her exposed
dark blue bra back into place, took a safety pin from the glove compartment, and fastened it to her chest
to secure the torn collar. Then she adjusted her position and drove home.
She realized she was a wanton woman, even accepting something as explicit as having sex with a student
. But what she didn't realize was that a pair of eyes and a mobile phone camera next to the car on her right
had recorded her masturbating in the school parking lot…

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