[My Story with Teacher "Secret Carving"] Author: Unknown

My Story with the "Secret Carving" Teacher
Author: Unknown
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Was the teacher's child mine?
This happened about ten years ago—when I was a freshman at a junior high school in Taichung County
. I remember there were two teachers I hated most: the PE teacher and the music teacher
.
The PE teacher was a man, very strict in class and liked to swear. But he
has nothing to do with what I'm going to talk about today, so let's skip him…
What does matter is the music teacher. She was a woman, even stricter in class. Although she didn't swear,
we were even more afraid of her and thought she was a bit abnormal.
For example, she seemed to hate it when students forgot their textbooks. If you accidentally forgot yours, she would come up with a way
to punish you. Not only would she hit your hand, but she would also make us call home to bring our textbooks to school!
This was simply asking the impossible! By the time our family brought the textbooks, class would have already ended! Tell me,
isn't that abnormal?
She had a student who gave her a very famous nickname: "Secret Carving."
Those who have watched puppet shows before should recognize it, right? Yes, it's that hunchbacked, mysterious, strange figure, Secret Carving!
I think this nickname stemmed not only from her somewhat eccentric personality but also from her appearance and physique
.
Her hair wasn't long, usually tied in a short ponytail. While not beautiful, she
wasn't exactly stunning either. Her eyes, though single-lidded, were large and piercing, coupled with sparse eyebrows
and a sallow complexion—when she glared at you, you'd definitely be startled!
She wasn't tall, I guess probably less than 150 centimeters, and a little overweight, so when people saw
her like this, and heard the nickname her students gave her—"Secret Carving"—they would often unconsciously
chuckle knowingly.
Once, I saw a car moving at school with no one driving, which startled me
; I thought it was a ghost car. Upon closer inspection, I realized she was so short that I hadn't noticed
anyone in the driver's seat!
Another time, unfortunately, I forgot my textbook again! I was too afraid to confess, because she had
threatened us before that if anyone forgot their textbook again, she would hit their hands with a cane instead of their palms!
Good heavens! That would hurt so much! Terrified, I found a textbook and pretended it was a music textbook.
I was on tenterhooks during class, terrified she would come and find out, because she had asked at the beginning
if anyone had forgotten their textbook. No one stood up! I thought, if I'm the only one who forgot
, I'm in even worse shape! But that's how things are—the things you worry about most are the things that happen
! Finally
, class was almost over, and I was feeling relieved, but unfortunately, she still found out! So, angry,
she started checking everyone's textbooks, and even worse—this time, I was the only one who hadn't brought mine! It was truly
a case of misfortunes never coming singly! Just when I had resigned myself to my fate, the school bell rang like a savior.
She then told me to come to her counseling office after lunch. After she left, I inevitably became
the object of my classmates' schadenfreude!
After enduring two periods of anxiety, I hastily finished my lunch. Sacrificing
the joy of eating ice cream after lunch, I went alone to the counseling office to report to "Secret Carving" with a heart full of fear.
Entering the counseling office, I saw her eating her lunch alone at her desk, in one of those metal lunchboxes
. I guessed she had prepared it herself.
Back then, almost everyone ate custom-made lunches; it seemed very few people prepared their own from home. I thought to myself, she
truly lived up to her reputation for being different! It's outrageous that someone like her is both a music teacher and a counselor
! I felt she was the one who needed counseling!
Before she had finished her lunch, she told me to wait beside her. Finally, she finished eating.
She asked, "Why didn't you bring your textbook?"
I replied, "I forgot!"
She said, "Forgot? You dare say that? How many times has this happened?"
I honestly couldn't remember how many times this had happened, so I could only reply, "I promise I won't
forget next time."
She continued, "Do you know? I've been watching you for a long time! It seems like you're always the one who forgets!"
I lowered my head in shame.
This clearly didn't move her, so she said, "You all say the same thing! Next time, it'll be
the same few of you who forget!"
I said dejectedly, "Please give me another chance, teacher."
She said angrily, "How can I trust you guys!" Then, she stood up and went into
a small room separated by a filing cabinet, saying, "Come over here."
I followed her inside, and she sat on the sofa, saying, "Come here, sit here."
I sat on the sofa next to her as she instructed. She looked at me and said, "Okay, tell me, why
do you always disregard what I say?"
I didn't know what to say, so I said, "Teacher, I'll be more careful in the future and won't do it again
."
She said, "Then why didn't you pay attention before? Did you look down on me?"
I said fearfully, "No."
I think she couldn't think of anything to say to me right away, so we were silent for a moment.
Then she suddenly reached out and touched my penis through my pants. I was caught off guard and hurriedly
moved her hand away,
thinking: Is this her punishment for me?!
She didn't say anything, but moved her hand back and continued touching my penis, even grabbing it. I didn't dare resist and could only
silently accept the punishment.
Then she said, "Come on, sit on my lap."
I hesitated for a moment before carefully sitting on her lap.
Then she unbuckled my belt and pants, pulled my underwear up to my thighs, and then grabbed my penis
.
To my utter shock, she said, "It's so small."
How awful! This seriously hurt my young heart!
However, after watching for a while, she took my penis in her hand and started rubbing it up and down, masturbating me
.
My penis started to get hard, and she seemed satisfied, saying, "Does it
feel itchy?"
I replied, "Mmm."
I guessed she probably didn't know I'd been masturbating since fifth grade. However, her
method was different from my own. Honestly,
being masturbated by my teacher felt like a kind of masochistic pleasure. But as the pleasure
increased, I fantasized about having sex with my female classmates from elementary school. Sigh, what can I do? Back then, junior high was
segregated by gender, which made it difficult for me to find a sexual object for my fantasies!
Then, while she was helping me masturbate, she asked, "Does it hurt? If it hurts, you have to tell me."
Actually, I wanted to say, "Teacher, you're hurting me a lot." Because when her hands were rubbing my penis up and down
, it felt like her nails were poking my glans, which hurt quite a bit. But I didn't dare say it. I could only let
her do as she pleased.
However, as the pleasure gradually increased, the pain seemed insignificant. At this moment, I really wanted to tell
her, "Teacher, please use more force, faster, okay?" But I didn't dare to say it.
But things eventually came to an end—I finally reached the peak of pleasure.
At this moment, she seemed to notice my reaction. She stopped rubbing me and held
my penis tightly with her hands, allowing me to reach even greater pleasure.
However, after a while, she seemed to have a question, but she didn't say it. However, I guess she was wondering
why I didn't ejaculate?
About this, it's a bit embarrassing to say. Actually, it was the result of me masturbating the night before.
She probably still thought I hadn't finished developing. Not long after, a few drops of semen leaked from my urethra
. She looked at it, then, as if it were a precious treasure, got up and knelt in front of me, taking my penis into her mouth and beginning
to suckle.
As she sucked, I could feel her teeth inside my penis, which was
a little different from what I usually imagined oral sex to be like. To be honest, she should have started giving me oral sex from the beginning; by now that I had ejaculated
and my penis had gone soft, it wasn't as stimulating.
After about a minute, she spat my penis out of her mouth and went to the trash can
to spit out her saliva. I saw long, sticky streams of fluid flowing from her mouth into the trash can; she
seemed to be struggling to complete this task. I had initially thought she would swallow all my semen.
Then, she turned back, took out some toilet paper from her pocket, and wiped my penis clean. Then she told me to put my pants
back on.
Then she said, "Okay, go back to the classroom now."
I looked at her then and couldn't resist reaching out to touch her breast.
She was startled and pulled away. She glared at me, a little angry, and said, "How could you do this!"
I quickly replied, "I'm sorry, teacher. I was just curious."
She said, "Is it okay to do this just because you're curious?" After a while, she said, "Okay, never mind. Don't
tell anyone when you get back."
I hurriedly replied, "Okay," and left.
That night, when I got home and lay in bed preparing to sleep, I kept thinking about it. I kept
replaying the events in my mind, filled with questions—why didn't she just have sex with me? At the same time
, I felt regretful because I couldn't resist touching her breast, but I only felt her bra through her clothes.
Perhaps I have a mother complex? I'm always filled with a longing for women's breasts. Thinking about it, I
couldn't help but get excited, so I started masturbating again. While masturbating, I fantasized about
having sex with her.
Finally, I finished. After calming down, I realized
how strange it was that I had fantasized about having sex with this teacher, whom my classmates considered ugly and short. Before, my sexual fantasies were always about my gentle and refined
Chinese teacher or my beautiful and alluring English teacher! How had I fallen to this level? Unexpectedly
, this incident became a shadow in my heart, and she became
the object of my most frequent sexual fantasies! She was truly a demon!
In subsequent music classes, even if she saw me, she would pretend not to know me. But I would often
stare at her absentmindedly during class, fantasizing about unspeakable things.
When I entered the second year of junior high, we were reassigned to different classes. My music teacher wasn't her, but she became
my scout teacher!
When I attended her scout class for the first time, I thought that this time, like before, she would pretend
that nothing had happened between us, right?
But, right after class ended, she called me from the hallway. She said, "Wang XX, can you come to the counseling room
to see me at noon?"
I replied, "Okay."
She turned and walked away.
My heart was pounding. I wondered if she was going to do *that* with me again.
Finally, noon arrived, and I went to the counseling room as promised. I was even thinking that maybe this would be my
first time experiencing sex with a woman.
After entering the counseling room, she asked me to sit down. She said, "What do you think of me?"
I replied, "Very good, just a little fierce."
She smiled and replied, "Really?"
I felt strange, as I'd never seen her smile before.
She continued, "I know you all think I'm fierce and hate me, right?"
I said, "No."
She said, "You hate me too, right?"
I said, "No."
She said again, "I know you don't like me; I can see it in your eyes."
To be honest, although I didn't like her at that time, I didn't hate her either! And somehow...
I felt a little sorry for her. But she insisted that she could tell from my eyes that I disliked her
. This was unbelievable! And she was a counselor! So I kept quiet.
Then she said, "Want to come to my house this Sunday?"
I asked, "Where does my house live?" She said,
"In Dajia. "
I said, "I don't know how to get to Dajia." She said,
"I can take you." She added, "Okay, this Sunday morning at nine o'clock,
wait for me at the side gate of the school, and I'll take you there."
I thought to myself: Is my teacher really going to do *that* with me this time?
So I replied, "Okay."
On Sunday morning, I arrived on time, and a red car was already waiting there. She
called me from the car, and I got in.
The car arrived in Dajia in less than half an hour. After I got out of the car, I realized we had arrived at a hotel
. I wondered why we weren't at her house? Was it because it was inconvenient to do *that*?
I followed her into the hotel.
I watched her back. She wore a white top, a knee-length red pencil skirt, white stockings, and
red high heels. Her hair, no longer tied up, was down, adorned with a
white bow.
A woman nearing forty, dressed in a way incongruous with her age to seduce a man, made
me feel a pang of sympathy. Perhaps her eccentric and withdrawn personality had left her friendless and without
love, hence her loneliness and yearning for male comfort.
A classmate told me she grew up in a single-parent family. Her father, a veteran who retreated from mainland China to Taiwan
, was alone. He finally married, only to have her run off with another man, leaving her, then just two years old, behind
. After raising her to adulthood and making her a teacher, he suffered a stroke and became paralyzed, confined to
his home. She cared for him daily.
Thinking of this, I felt pity. Alright! I'll offer her my first time to satisfy her
! Then, I followed her up the stairs and into the room.
She locked the door, and my heart was pounding. We took off our shoes and
sat together on the edge of the bed.
She asked, "Are you nervous?"
I said, "No." She said, "You seem very nervous. It's okay, relax." Then she 　　took off
her tight skirt herself . 　　When she was about to take off her top, she saw me sitting still and said, "Why aren't you moving? Take 　　your clothes off." 　　I did as she said, watching her undress. I saw that she was wearing a 　　white bra with a corset and lace. 　　Then, when she tried to unhook the back of the bra, she seemed to have trouble. One hook would 　　n't come off. I wanted to help her as she pulled at the hook, but I didn't dare. 　　Finally, she unhooked the bra completely. When she pulled it off her arms, I finally saw 　　her breasts. They looked quite full, even a bit large. 　　Then she started taking off her pantyhose, suddenly turning to look at me and saying, "What's so interesting? Take your pants 　　off already." 　　It turned out that when I was down to my underwear, I hesitated because it was my first time 　　. At her command, I quickly took off my underwear as well. 　　By then, she had already taken off hers. She sat next to me, reached out and touched my 　　penis, holding it in her hand, looking at it, and said, "Your thing is very beautiful." 　　I never dreamed that my penis would be praised by my teacher! I stared at her round, large breasts 　　, finally mustering the courage to touch them. Thankfully, she didn't stop me this time. 　　Touching a woman's breasts for the first time felt novel and exciting; they felt like a lump 　　of flesh swaying in front of her. Her areolas were large, and their color wasn't as dark as some older women's or women who had been with many men 　　. I know many men prefer women with small areolas, but I prefer 　　women with large areolas. I think it might be related to the large areolas of the woman I slept with for the first time. 　　I started kneading her breasts with my hands, and my eyes began to stare at her genitals. Because her pubic hair and thighs 　　weren't fully open, I couldn't see her private parts. I wanted to reach out and touch them, but I didn't have the courage. 　　At that moment, I noticed that her hands were covered with burn scars, which was a bit scary. She seemed to know 　　my doubts and said, "This is from when I was little, I was accidentally scalded by boiling water." 　　I just blankly responded with an "Oh." 　　Then she said, "Come on! Lie down." 　　I lay down, and soon I felt my penis being tightly covered by her mouth, and she began to suck and spit it 　　out, letting my penis move in and out of her mouth. I thought to myself: her technique has really improved 　　a lot since last time! 　　After stroking my penis a dozen times, she spat it out and said, "Salty." Then she 　　said, "Okay, get up." Next, she lay down beside me, spread her legs, and said, "Come on." 　　So I got up and knelt between her legs. I thought her spreading her legs was a form of permission, so I boldly 　　reached out and touched her vulva. 　　Before, I had only seen women's genitals in books; this time, I not only saw a real woman's vulva but was also 　　touching it with my hand. My long-cherished dream had finally come true! I felt that a woman's vulva was 　　much softer than I had imagined. 　　Unable to resist my curiosity, I bent down and peered closely at her vulva, wanting to 　　see it clearly. I discovered that her labia were quite large and fleshy, a color close to flesh with a hint of red, and their shape 　　was very beautiful. Unlike some women whose labia are either strangely shaped or dark or 　　purple. 　　As I grew older and met more women, I realized that none of them could compare to my teacher.

Her vulva was beautiful. A woman whose face wasn't pretty, yet her genitals were so alluring—truly,
appearances can be deceiving! It seems God is fair!
So, everyone, if your girlfriend isn't pretty, don't be discouraged and neglect
her. Perhaps after getting to know her better, you'll discover her "inner beauty."
At that moment, while observing her vulva, I also touched it with my hand to get a better look. Suddenly
, I had the urge to lick her vulva. Unexpectedly, she saw through me and said, "Don't
lick."
I was stunned, thinking, how did she know I wanted to lick her vulva?
I had no choice but to raise my head and grab her breasts again, starting to caress and knead them, then bringing
my mouth to lick her nipples. This time she didn't stop me, and I began to suck on her nipples; they
were quite large. As I suckled, I switched to the other nipple, sucking more and more vigorously,
unwilling to let go for a long time, and even reaching out to caress her other breast.
Then she said, "Okay, is it any milk coming out?"
Reluctantly, I gave up and then touched her lower abdomen; she was a slightly overweight woman
, her lower abdomen protruding. Next, my hand moved to her genitals and began to caress her vulva.
I looked at her while manipulating her labia. Honestly, her vulva was truly beautiful—
her pubic hair was thick and soft. Her labia majora were large, seemingly covered in fat, making her
vulva appear full. Her labia minora were well-proportioned and thick, protruding above the dense pubic hair,
unlike many women whose vulvas are completely hidden by pubic hair. Therefore, having the privilege of seeing my teacher's vulva was
a great visual treat.
At this point, the teacher seemed a little angry and embarrassed, and said, "What's so interesting about this? Hurry up and come on up
."
I knew she wanted me to penetrate her, so I lifted my penis and tried to insert it into her vagina. However, my penis
kept getting stuck at the entrance, and I couldn't get it in no matter how many times I tried. It was really embarrassing.
The teacher seemed to sympathize with me after seeing this, so she reached out and held my penis, saying, "Okay." So
I gratefully pushed hard, and easily inserted my penis into the teacher's vagina.
Then I used both hands to hold her legs and began to slowly thrust in and out. Watching my penis go in and
out of her vagina, I thought that this time I could finally fulfill my long-cherished wish and experience the pleasure between men and women.
After about a dozen thrusts, I was not satisfied and reached out to caress the teacher's breasts. First, I used my hands to
push them into two mounds, then let go and let them spread out. After doing this a few times, I grabbed them and
held them tightly, moving and rotating them continuously, enjoying the pleasure of playing with a woman's breasts.
Suddenly, I realized I'd been so engrossed in touching her breasts that I'd forgotten my penis still had work to do! So
, I resumed the motion of slowly inserting my penis into her vagina and gently pulling it out.
But my hands couldn't bear to let go of her beautiful breasts, gripping them tightly as if afraid they would escape. At that moment, I felt my hands caressing her full breasts, watching my penis appear 　　and disappear
within her vagina . All my previous sexual fantasies had come true; it was incredibly pleasurable. 　　She probably disapproved of my behavior and said, "Get on top of me." So I lay on top of her and continued 　　thrusting. 　　Perhaps I was blinded by lust at that moment, and disregarding her appearance, I felt an urge to kiss her 　　. I asked her, "Teacher, may I kiss you?" 　　She said, "No." 　　I said, "Why?" 　　She replied, "I'm wearing lipstick, it will stain you." 　　Looking back now, it's probably for the best. I've already lost my virginity to this old monster, but thankfully, I didn't lose it along with my first kiss 　　. 　　Suddenly, I had a thought: I wanted to try the doggy style position. So I said, "Teacher, 　　can we try a different position?" 　　The teacher said, "What position?" 　　I said, "It's like, teacher, you lie down, and I'll enter you from behind." 　　She said, "Okay. Get up." 　　So I got up and pulled out my penis. She got up, turned around, and knelt down with her back to me, her buttocks 　　facing me. 　　Although her legs were short and thick, her buttocks were quite alluring, white with a rosy tint, and rather plump, unlike my 　　current girlfriend's flat buttocks, which was a real flaw. I tried to insert my penis between the teacher's plump buttocks again, 　　but this time I still couldn't get it in. 　　The teacher probably noticed my predicament, so she reached out and guided my penis into her vagina. 　　After successfully inserting it, I supported the teacher's body and began thrusting. At this point, the teacher buried her head in the pillow 　　, seemingly resting because she was a little tired. 　　After about twenty or thirty thrusts, I felt the pleasure gradually increasing, but I really didn't want 　　to ejaculate so soon. I wanted to enjoy it a little longer, so I paused my thrusting, lay on her back, enjoying 　　a moment of tenderness, and then reached out to fondle her breasts. 　　Then she asked, "Why aren't you moving?" 　　I didn't want to leave her body, so I brought my face close to her ear, pressed my chest against her back, and began to twist 　　my hips and continue thrusting. At this moment, I was panting as I thrust, and I could also smell 　　the fragrance of her hair. 　　I was probably too intoxicated by it, forgetting that I was having sex with a woman who was ugly and possibly old enough 　　to be my mother. I even started fantasizing that she was my lover. 　　How wonderful it would be if we could keep making love like this forever! I also imagined making 　　love with her in places where no one knew—what a wonderful experience! 　　Just as I was lost in this fantasy, my penis accidentally slipped out of her vagina. I had to get up 　　, grab my penis, and try to put it back in. Unexpectedly, I had to rely on her help to 　　get it back in. 　　After guiding my penis back into her vagina, she seemed still not satisfied and continued to thrust in and out.

While we were doing it, I placed her hand on her own opening, guiding my penis back and forth
to prevent it from slipping out again.
Seeing her expression in the mirror behind the bed, eyes closed, as she let me thrust into her without complaint,
I was deeply moved. She was usually so fierce in class, but now she was so considerate.
After a while, she said, "My legs are so sore, I want to lie down."
I quickly replied, "Okay," and pulled out my penis.
She then rolled over, spreading her legs to reveal her plump, alluring vulva. I gripped my penis and thrust forward
. She was very considerate; this time, before I could even try, she guided my penis into her vagina.
I lay on top of her and began thrusting. This time, I quickly felt my semen starting to accumulate. I
knew this was an unstoppable force, so I began to thrust recklessly.
The teacher noticed, and
she held me tightly with both hands, hooking her legs around my buttocks, pressing us close together.
My mind went blank, and I clung tightly to my teacher, thrusting wildly. When even my tightest sphincter couldn't hold back
the torrent of semen, I cruelly ejaculated streams of semen into her body.
Afterward, exhausted, I collapsed on top of her, catching my breath, and tried to get up. Unexpectedly, she still
held me, preventing me from rising, saying, "Wait a minute."
I thought, "Does she still not want to let me go?"
Then she said, "Don't rush. Pull it out slowly so you don't stain the sheets." So I carefully
pulled my penis out of her vagina.
She used toilet paper to wipe it clean. Then she said, "Put your clothes on!"
After the passion subsided, looking at my teacher's short, plump figure as she dressed, I felt completely
devoid of lust. "Lust is emptiness"—that saying is truly true.
Then she drove me back to Fengyuan.
All the way, I kept thinking: Was this my first time? A feeling of melancholy and regret
washed over me. Shouldn't I have shared my first time with the person I loved most?
After arriving in Fengyuan, the teacher asked if I wanted to have lunch with her. I said, "No, thank you. I'll
eat at home."
She said, "Okay." Then, the teacher took out 500 yuan from her purse and gave it to me, saying, "Here's some pocket
money."
I took the money without saying a word.
She said, "Don't tell anyone about this!" I nodded.
After I got out of the car, she said goodbye and drove away.
After that, even in her classes, it was as if nothing had happened, as if we both
had a tacit understanding. Only once, I bumped into her in the corridor next to the teachers' office. In
the awkward moment when our eyes met, she nodded and smiled at me first, and I shyly said, "Hello, teacher!"
She never asked me to do that kind of thing again. About two months later, she resigned and left the school.
Perhaps influenced by this incident, my academic performance plummeted. I used to consistently rank
in the top five, but suddenly dropped to outside the top ten. The situation worsened in my third year of junior high. Even being among the bottom
few became commonplace. My college entrance exam results were disastrous; I couldn't afford a private five-year vocational college and had to settle for a technical high school
.
In my second year of high school, I had sex with my first girlfriend, a classmate, and I gave her my first kiss.
Embarrassingly, because my attempt to hole-in-one failed, she believed it was my first time, while she
had plenty of experience.
Although I was unhappy, I endured it and used her as a good practice subject, greatly improving
my skills.
After entering a two-year vocational college, I finally met my ideal girlfriend. She was also a classmate
, named Huiqiu. She was truly a good girl. For two years in college, she never gave me a chance
—partly because I was too honest.
However, I finally succeeded during my year of delayed studies. Let me tell you, it was her first
time!
During the two years I served in the military, she waited for me without complaint, which moved me deeply. So,
whenever I had a long weekend, I would rush to Kaohsiung to be with her, have a good time,
and relax from the stress of work.
After my discharge, I found a stable job in the Hsinchu Science Park. I thought I had
finally escaped the shadow cast by my beloved teacher. But then, at a school fair my sister and I visited
, I saw her—Mi Diao! I couldn't possibly mistake her; no one in the world looks like her.
I was terrified of being recognized, yet I couldn't help but look at her. She seemed much older, her face more
puffy.
Just then, my sister said, "Hey! Look, that woman is our old school teacher."
I replied, "Oh, isn't she the one everyone calls 'Secret Carving'?"
My sister laughed excitedly, "Yes, yes, yes! That's her! That's her!" Then she added, "I heard
she came to this school to be a teacher."
I noticed she was holding a little girl's hand and asked, "Is she married?"
My sister replied, "Who would dare marry her! I heard that girl is adopted!" Hearing this, my
heart started racing.
I looked over, and she was squatting by the goldfish stand watching her daughter catch fish. I stared at her daughter
—she was probably around ten years old! Perhaps it was my imagination, but I felt that the girl's face
resembled mine. Could she be the child I had with my teacher that year…?
And that happened about ten years ago, and we didn't use contraception back then…
So the more I thought about it, the more frightened I became.
I really wanted to go over and ask her, "Is that child really from that time…?" But I didn't have the
courage.
Seeing her holding that little girl's hand, her attitude so kind and gentle, made me even more convinced that she must be her
own child, and a strange sense of guilt welled up inside me...
I'm marrying A-Qiu next year. Looking back, it seems everything in humanity is preordained, and I'm
startled to realize that my fiancée and that "Secret Sculpture" teacher have so much in common:
although my fiancée is beautiful, she, like her, likes to wear her hair all pulled back in a ponytail.
When she glares at me angrily with those big eyes, it reminds me of her!
Her personality is practically a carbon copy of hers—irritable, willful, and a bit aloof.
What I can't forget most is that they both have: full breasts, large areolas, thick pubic hair, and
equally large, alluring vulvas—though not as unforgettable as the teacher's! And
equally fair and tempting buttocks—though hers is flatter than the teacher's plump bottom!
Teacher! You are still the devil in my heart, constantly haunting me.
[The End]

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