Teacher Yu's passion

I was an adult art student. In my second year, the curriculum included some sketching assignments, including figure drawing. The school often
hired professional female models as subjects, but students had to pay for it themselves, and it was very expensive. I remember that only a few students with excellent grades or money
were qualified to attend figure drawing classes in the studio; other students could only draw the Venus de Milo plaster cast. I didn't have extra money, and my grades weren't
good enough, so naturally I couldn't have any opportunities with female models. However, I didn't really care about this; I thought drawing plaster casts was just as good. I
've had portraits painted before, but I've never actually done it. I'm tall and strong, and sometimes I dabble in martial arts. I often eat and drink excessively, and my meager savings disappear quickly. Being
broke always forces me to find ways to earn money. Because my portrait skills improved rapidly, I wondered if I could set up a street stall to paint portraits. I
immediately set up my stall in the bustling city center every evening when the weather was fine. Since I had no competitors (high-achieving students wouldn't bother), many people came to me for portraits, and
I earned enough for cigarettes every day to last a day or two. Later, I only went to get portraits painted when I was completely broke.
Time flew by, and finally, school holidays arrived. Few people stayed at school, but I didn't want to go home, so I spent the summer at school, planning to find a part-time job
.
One evening, as usual, I went to my usual stall location and took out some paintings... Good celebrity portraits, easels set up, waiting for customers.
Business was surprisingly bad. Two hours later, it was already past nine o'clock at night, and the mall across the street had closed, but still no one wanted to paint. I looked down at the passersby.
There were several people sheltering from the rain at the mall entrance, and many of them were giving strange looks at her buttocks. Ms. Ying was very embarrassed and lowered her head, her expression somewhat coquettish
. Just as I was thinking, a pair of white open-toe high-heeled sandals appeared in front of me. The thin straps drew beautiful curves on the heels, and the high-heeled sandals were flattering
.
I guessed that the owner of these feet was only about twenty-five or twenty-six years old. I couldn't help but lift my head and slowly look up along those beautiful ankles.
The curves of her smooth, silky calves were undeniably beautiful, and her slender thighs were tightly covered by flesh-colored stockings. I saw a white mini dress.
"Ah...! Good... Darling... So comfortable..." "Ah... Coming... Oh oh oh oh... Oh oh, ah ah... ah ah ah..."
The woman seemed to be wearing pantyhose, but there was no visible line separating the pantyhose from her thighs. Looking up from my squatting position, under the dim streetlights, I could see
white thongs with bows adorning the sides of her thighs, clinging tightly to her pantyhose. The thongs were very sheer and had a hollow center, revealing the dark, tangled pubic hair boldly against the transparent fabric
. I couldn't help but linger a while longer at the view beneath her skirt. Just as I was lost in thought, suddenly, the woman asked in a soft, seductive voice, "Can I have a sketch drawn?" I
quickly looked away from her skirt and lowered my head, saying, "Of course, ten yuan a minute." "Zhang, the big one is thirty yuan." She gestured to the chair opposite her, indicating for her to sit down.
She lifted her skirt and sat down, her legs crossed and placed at an angle, her hands on her knees. Her beautiful movements and posture were incredibly charming. I looked up at her, and
at that moment I was extremely excited, my heart was pounding, and my penis was throbbing. Involuntarily, a thick stream of semen shot straight into Ms. Ying's cherry lips with a thud,
and she happened to be looking at me. "Ms. Ying, it's you?!" I suddenly realized that she was actually a university teacher and asked in surprise. "Wang Dang, it's you!?"
She stood up in surprise as well. "It's been a long time. What are you doing here?" "Oh, I've been setting up a painting stall here to earn some pocket money lately."
At this moment, Qing Bahu saw that the labia on both sides of Ms. Ying's vulva were incredibly smooth, like a baby's. Two thin, pink lips nestled between two
large, fleshy labia, the heat emanating from deep within her body pounding against his hardened desire. Ms. Ying tilted her head back, her brows furrowed, her lower abdomen tightened, and her slender legs grew increasingly
constricted. Ms. Ying was our physical education teacher in our freshman year, but last year she left the university to start her own clothing design company. Ms. Ying was
about thirty-four or thirty-five years old, married with children, but due to her age, she looked no more than twenty-seven or twenty-eight. She had beautifully drawn eyebrows, a delicate nose, sexy
red lips , and a pretty face. Her skin was fair and smooth. She was smooth and silky, with a slender, even figure, a delicate waist, rounded buttocks, and a pair of large breasts that could
steal the souls of many boys. In the midst of our conversation, a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, followed by a deafening roar, and raindrops the size of soybeans began to fall. At first, they were sparse, but in
an instant, they poured down like a waterfall. In my haste, I didn't even bother to pack up my art stall, hastily tying myself up and running with Mr. Ying to the entrance of the shopping mall to seek shelter from
the rain. The distance was two or three hundred meters, and by the time we reached shelter, I was soaked to the bone.
After I stopped, I muttered curses at the downpour, and looking back, I saw that Mr. Ying was also completely drenched. Because she was dressed lightly, her skirt
was gone, and her shoulder-length short hair was plastered to the back of her neck by the water. My t-shirt... The t-shirt wasn't wrapped around her waist; she'd somehow gotten rid of it. Her thin skirt, soaked through with water and
now semi-transparent from her panties, clung to her shapely buttocks, and her high-quality silk stockings were also soaked. Her face
was flushed a deep red, and her arms were tightly wrapped around her chest. I quickly stepped forward, blocking her way. "Ms. Ying, please wear your t-shirt!" I said, taking off my t-shirt and giving it to her. She
wiped her skirt slightly.
I, shirtless, looked up to see the wetness growing larger; it seemed it wouldn't stop anytime soon. My items were mostly okay, except for three or four sheets of paper; the rest were wet. I
thought it wouldn't be very convenient, so she slightly bent over and put on her t-shirt... A T-shirt was wrapped around her waist.
She brushed her hair aside and smiled, saying, "Wang, thank you. Aren't you cold being naked like this?" "No, I take cold showers all year round. Look,
I don't even have goosebumps." I puffed out my chest and stretched out my arms for her to see. "Hmm, quite healthy indeed," Mr. Ying smiled. "However, Mr. Ying, look, the rain
is getting heavier and heavier. It doesn't seem like it'll stop tonight. What should we do?" I wanted to leave, but then I thought better of it. It wouldn't be safe for her, a woman, to be out in the rain like this.
Mr. Ying had also thought of this and said with some worry, "Yes, look, everyone else has left in the rain. It's just the two of us. But I'm not dressed like this in the rain..."
Against her snow-white skin, her breasts were... The lights were dazzling; as she moved, her soft breasts, unbound by a bra, bounced,
moving to the side. Waiting… the rainy night was a bit cold, and Ms. Ying shivered slightly, crossing her arms over her chest. Two hours later, the rain
intensified , the ground was flooded, and the rushing water was constant. On this bustling commercial street, besides the flickering lights, it seemed only we remained.
Actually, I didn't know how long I would stay with her. My place was far, but only thirty minutes away; I wasn't afraid to go in the rain. "Why don't we escape for
a bit? My company is just around the corner, about ten minutes away. Let's go to my company first!" Ms. Ying finally reassured herself, and as she spoke, she reached out and took my arm.
She pressed close to me, her warm breath tickling my face.
It was the first time I'd been so close to a woman, and I stiffened slightly. Ms. Ying, however, was very generous. She pulled me along, laughing sweetly, "Come on, let's go!" and
charged into the relentless rain. Infected by her, I yelled and ran after her too, both of us running for our lives… Soon we reached
the entrance of Ms. Ying's company. We stopped, still holding each other's hands tightly. Looking at each other, we both felt a little awkward. The heavy rain had soaked Ms. Ying's hair,
making it almost transparent. Her alluring, perky breasts stood high, and under the cover of her white, sheer dress, only two skin-colored,
almost transparent bras could be seen tightly encasing her full breasts. Her areolas stood out as two small dots against the fabric.
The skin-colored half-cup bra didn't seem to completely conceal her ample bosom. The edges of the high-end bra cups, embroidered with large lace and pale pink areolas, peeked out, revealing a deep
cleavage. With a slight twist of her waist, her fair breasts were half-exposed. Stockings tightly hugged Ms. Ying's round, pert buttocks and slender, jade-like legs, and under
the influence , they appeared almost naked. Beneath her completely
transparent, sexy silk panties, the forbidden abyss of her crotch was vaguely visible; her bulging vulva was like a perfectly ripe peach, with lovely pink labia and black pubic hair comfortably covering her vulva, clearly visible.
Her erect penis, soaked by the rain, bulged out in a large bulge. Ms. Ying, however, was looking down at my genitals.
Upon , a smile involuntarily bloomed on her face. She chuckled and said, "What are you doing? How could you do this!" "I don't know, I'm sorry," I blushed and hurriedly
covered my groin with my hands. "It's alright, let's go upstairs first. It's not good to stand here like this, let's dry off first." She pressed the elevator button. We didn't speak in the elevator,
the atmosphere was a bit awkward.
"You have a great figure. I recently came to my company to shoot a set of lingerie ads, and I'd like to ask you to be the male model, what do you think?" Mr. Ying broke the silence. "
Sure, it would be my honor to help Mr. Ying." "However, this ad requires us to work together, to appear completely nude. I wonder if you'll mind?"
Mr. Ying tone was somewhat teasing. "Oh, but I've never seen or been in contact with a woman before, I'm afraid I'll embarrass myself." I blushed slightly. She seemed puzzled,
"Haven't you ever seen a woman when you were drawing nudes?" "I... I really haven't seen one before, and I'm finding it a bit hard to stand being with you like this today, Mr. Ying." I
told the truth. "Ah! So you're still a virgin?" Mr. Ying suddenly looked at my bare upper body with a strange gaze, seemingly pleased. "I..." I
was speechless . "Yes, that's a problem..." Teacher Ying pondered, "How about this, it's already so late, I think you can sleep here tonight." I listened to
the rain outside the window; it seemed I couldn't go back today. I nodded. She smiled, and suddenly approached me with a somewhat seductive air, whispering in my ear, "
How do you think Teacher's figure is?" She supported my body with her breasts.
I had never seen such a gentle approach before, and I was dizzy. "Okay... okay..." "Teachers are women too, how about I let you see Teacher's figure first?"
Her breasts were soft and fragrant, and I couldn't help but nod vigorously. "I'll let you see it in a moment, this can help you develop your sensitivity to women, so it will be better during
filming ," she said, slapping me lightly. I was a little at a loss, mumbled a few ambiguous words, and nodded haphazardly.
After enjoying the flowers for a while, we arrived at the tenth floor, her company. It was a duplex apartment building, serving as both office and residence. It was where Ms. Ying temporarily
displayed her exquisitely beautiful feet: white toes, slender soles, pink heels, high arches, and delicate ankles forming a beautiful
home. Ms. Ying's bedroom was at the far end. Upon entering the bedroom, Ms. Ying sat down in a chair, laughing and exclaiming, "This is so interesting! Today's
heavy rain has brought us a future male model!" "Not at all, I don't know if it'll do," I said, striking a pose. "Let's try it now. It mainly depends on
your figure and some other emotional control. Oh, I have to take off my shoes." She lifted her feet and flexed her toes.
Ms. Ying's action of taking off her shoes was undeniably graceful. The delicate high heels clicked softly on the floor, and the graceful heels slipped out of the high
heels . Her calves easily tucked back slightly, and the back half of her beautiful feet emerged from the shoes. The curves of her feet
were exquisite; she wore sheer flesh-colored stockings with incredibly thin toes, and her slender toes were painted with red nail polish, which looked even more alluring through the stockings
. The arch of her feet was simply breathtaking. She crossed her right leg over her left knee, reached out her left hand to catch the wobbly high heel of her right foot, and placed it under the chair.
Lifting her left foot, still shuffling in the high heel, she swung her ankle a few times, and the high heel "thudded" off, landing on the floor a foot or so in front of her.
Ms. Ying reached out to pull the high heel back, and with a flick of her stockinged foot, she pushed the shoe under the seat as well. "Wang Dang, watch closely, the teacher
wants to see your counter-attack skills. So you'd better take off all your pants, you have to be naked," she said seductively.
I snapped out of my daze. I was completely helpless in front of her. Although I was physically strong, my blood was rushing, and I was having some difficulty breathing, I could only nod in response to her question
. I quickly pulled off my wet trousers and dried myself with a towel, but I was too embarrassed to take off my underwear, even though it was still wet
. "Really, you're still very wet. You need to dry yourself off, or you'll catch a cold. Take off your underwear too," she smiled and handed me a dry
towel . "But I'm not used to being naked in front of the teacher like this. I've never been like this in front of a woman before," I said, protecting my genitals. "I just want to test
your genital resilience, otherwise what will we do when we're filming? Really, don't have any other thoughts, it's nothing, hurry up, I won't mind, really."
Ms. Ying smiled. I had no choice but to grit my teeth and take off my underwear, revealing my wet lower body, and quickly wiped it dry. My penis, as thick as a child's arm, was already swollen and numb
, standing upright like a small cannon, the glans red, like a duck egg. Ms. Ying's eyes scanned my lower body without leaving my lower body, showing a surprised look, and
she threw away the wet wipes. After a while, Ms. Ying had dried her skirt a little, no longer clinging to her buttocks, but her underwear was still mostly soaked, which made Ms. Ying
stick out her tongue to lick her cherry lips and swallow her saliva. "Your body is quite good, good, now watch my movements, pay attention to controlling your emotions." Then, Ms. Ying
began her test.
She slowly pulled down her skirt, revealing her stunning figure. In an instant, her flawless body, like Venus's white jade, appeared before me, her high, firm
breasts... I stared intently at Mr. Ying's enchanting genitals. Seeing this, my lower body involuntarily swelled, and my penis involuntarily hardened, quite noticeably...
"Great." After saying that, Teacher Ying looked around at the people rushing away in the rain. "Yes, stay a little longer, we can leave when the rain gets lighter." My
breasts, which were no longer covered, were still wearing a bra, but apart from making them look more delicate, they no longer offered much protection. She unhooked the transparent bra, casually tossed it on the bed, and touched
her nipples , letting her soft, snowy peaks, which had been restrained for so long, relax.
The erect, alluring pink nipples trembled and bounced, so lively and capable. Looking to the side, I saw that Teacher Yu was still wearing transparent flesh-colored pantyhose.
Her round buttocks and deep cleft were incredibly beautiful, and her slender legs aroused endless fantasies. Her pink vulva, her black pubic hair... a beautiful sight was on
full display.
The thin, smooth, flesh-colored stockings accentuated Ms. Ying's already fair and full legs, making them even more sexy and alluring. Ms. Ying flexed her toes, and her
charming toes twitched a few times within the stockings. Then, unexpectedly, she raised her left leg high, displaying her graceful and delicate foot
before me—a truly feast for the eyes. "Ms. Ying, your stockings are so beautiful!" I whispered, my body throbbing with intense pleasure. She looked at me, swaying her body
slightly and gracefully, her round, plump buttocks swaying alluringly. Her beautifully shaped, fair legs moved along with her, and she reached up
to her waist, finding the top of her stockings, and slowly rolled them down to her knees.
Ms. Ying lifted one leg and deftly pulled her damp, fallen pantyhose down to her toes, then gently pulled the sheer
toes of the pantyhose down, revealing her fair, pinkish-white foot completely bare. She then lifted her other leg, removed the stockings, and crumpled them into
a ball, placing them on the bedside table.
I couldn't help but groan. It was the first time in my life I'd seen a woman's figure, so beautiful, so close. My heart pounded, and a
thick stream of semen gushed out, shooting directly onto Ms. Ying's foot. My legs went weak, and I almost collapsed, quickly closing my eyes.
Ms. Ying, startled by the sound, immediately turned around, walked to me, grabbed my arm, and asked with concern, "What's wrong? It seems your
stamina is still lacking; you need more practice." Because we were so close, her large breasts almost blocked my mouth. "I...I...you...you..." I
stammered, unable to speak further, almost collapsing. I could only raise my hand and wave it. "Isn't the teacher's figure good?" Seeing my counterattack, she seemed
excited . She shook her breasts, then cupped them with her hand. "Okay...you...I..." I blushed and closed my eyes.
She smiled and pulled me up, saying, "You're really ignorant. People in the design department of the art academy shouldn't be too sensitive about being naked." She patted my hand and
said in a seductive voice, "It's okay, we're all adults. Relax, I'll help you mature."
I was completely helpless in front of her. Although I was physically strong, my blood was rushing, and I was having some difficulty breathing, I could only nod again to her question. She noticed
. I kissed Ms. Ying and said, "Ms. Ying, you're so sweet!" Hearing this, she touched my glans, nestled in my arms, and said coquettishly, "
You seem quite interested in my pantyhose. I noticed your penis was quite large before, but now that I've taken it off, it seems a bit small
." She saw through me and nodded. She seemed quite pleased, saying, "If you like it, I'll put the pantyhose back on for you to see. That will make
the test ." She smiled sweetly and gave me a dry towel, then used it to dry herself before going to the bathroom. A moment later, the door opened.
Ms. Ying emerged like a fairy, her panties removed, replaced by a pair of white lace pantyhose. There was a small piece of
silk fabric . I knew these were pantyhose that didn't require underwear. Ms. Ying was so open! She wasn't wearing any underwear at all. White stockings accentuated her slender, jade-like legs.
Through the semi-transparent stockings at her lower abdomen, one could vaguely see dark pubic hair. The stockings also revealed her vulva, shaped like a peach. I
could say she possessed all the beauty a woman could desire. During the figure-building class, she wore a leotard, her figure light and alluring . Her snow-white, delicate thighs,
seemingly pressing against me, appeared to be begging for more intense caresses. I let her body rest on mine, enjoying the pressure of her weight, my left hand holding her thighs, my heart pounding with excitement. 　　Her slender thighs and exquisite feet, clad in transparent velvet pantyhose, evoked endless fantasies . Her perfectly proportioned legs, accentuated by the sheer stockings, gave her sexy thighs a magical sheen under the light. "I...I..." I stammered, before I could finish, her tongue was already in my mouth. Her smooth back and full buttocks, her wasp waist swaying gracefully, were doubly sexy and alluring, highlighting her exquisite curves. Her beautiful, smooth, snow-white abdomen, and her adorable belly button, as alluring as cherry lips. Ms. Ying wore a semi-transparent gauze nightgown, and because she wasn't wearing a bra, her full, perky breasts were partially exposed. She slowly walked towards me, every movement emphasizing her exquisite curves. 　　My lower body involuntarily swelled several times its normal size. "Please sit down!" Ms. Ying gestured to the Simmons bed beside her. I sat down as instructed. Teacher Ying walked up to me, pressed me down, and plopped down on my lap. She wrapped her arms around my neck and said, "Understanding a woman's body can ease your arousal." A moment later , Teacher Ying moaned softly, her expression one of extreme pleasure. As my movements became increasingly vigorous and relentless, Teacher Ying grew somewhat exhausted. She gripped my... (The text 　　abruptly shifts to a different topic) ...their saliva exchanged, Teacher Ying's tongue possessing an indescribable sweetness, feeling incredibly soft, smooth, and comfortable. She pressed me down onto the bed, her slender legs, clad in sheer pantyhose, wrapping around me like ribs. I had great strength but was powerless against her. I could only let her kiss me. Soon, I became aroused. I forcefully sucked on her red lips, then forcefully thrust my tongue into Teacher Ying's mouth, 　　which was covered in wet saliva. At that moment, Ms. Ying's tongue entwined with mine, sucking on it. When I withdrew my tongue, hers followed into my mouth. I licked her tongue, and Ms. Ying trembled with pleasure , entwining her tongue with mine even more forcefully, seeking unparalleled pleasure. Mouth to mouth, we sucked each other's saliva. I held Ms. Ying's body tightly with one hand, and caressed her figure with the other. My fingers trembled with excitement, gently pulling open the front of her nightgown, my fingers wandering over her waist and buttocks clad in pantyhose, enjoying the sensations brought by the flesh. 　　My rising lust made me touch her pubic hair, then move downwards. When I found the soft crevice of her vulva, the pleasure almost made me breathless. After a long time, she finally let me catch my breath, saying softly, "Take off my nightgown!" My blood was already as hard as iron, and I quickly took off her transparent nightgown.

She took off her clothes, and her large breasts bounced out, seemingly making a "pop" sound, supporting her breasts against my chest. She stood up, straddling my lower body,
leaning down, pulling my thighs to one side, taking my swollen penis in her hand, playing with it, slowly kissing it, then taking it into her mouth, sucking
on it continuously. Her small mouth couldn't quite take in the entire glans, causing Ms. Ying's small mouth to bulge. Ms. Ying's tongue moved back and forth on the glans,
her teeth gently biting the penis, spitting out some saliva onto the glans, using the tip of her tongue to pry open the opening of the glans, supporting it firmly. I almost
ejaculated again, my body convulsing slightly. She seemed to sense it, and then released my penis. Turning back to me, she panted, "You should suck on it too, mine
smells really good."
She spread her thighs, her pantyhose-clad buttocks pressing hard against my head. She seemed to have been enjoying herself for a while; her beautiful petals opened and closed with her
breath, sweet nectar flowing from her vulva. Her velvet pantyhose were soaked, her labia swollen and alluring.
[The End]
Fewer and fewer people were walking around. I wondered if I should close up shop if no one came in another five minutes.
My heart pounded, and I sucked hard on her pantyhose with my tongue. The pantyhose had a subtle fragrance, a faint scent of perfume. Kissing through the stockings
felt clad in stockings, seemed so smooth and delicate. I was deeply attracted.
Mr. Ying cried out in surprise, opening his small mouth and sucking all the semen into his mouth. Then, with a combination of sucking and licking, I made my almost limp penis grow bigger.
Under Teacher Ying's pressure, I gently bit her alluring pantyhose crotch, and without realizing it, I suddenly bit a hole in the crotch area of her pantyhose.
My tongue thighs twitched wildly, her buttocks undulating vigorously. My left index and middle fingers parted
her thick labia, and a few drops of clear liquid seeped out. I curled my tongue and inserted it, the tip of my tongue teasing between her thin lips, especially the small fleshy ball at the base of her genitals
. She instinctively began to wriggle her hips again. I slipped my tongue inside her warm, fleshy walls, teasing and licking. Ms. Ying's lower body continued to gush fluid,
her body trembling. "Mmm, ah... ah... comfortable... good... I... ah, ah... I feel so good... I can't take it anymore... I want it!" Ms. Ying
cried out suddenly. This was the first time I'd ever heard a woman moan in heat; it was so wanton.
She was sucking my penis hard, and I almost came again. My body convulsed slightly. She sensed it, so she released my penis and skillfully stroked it with
her hand , temporarily suppressing my burning desire. After a while, she stopped, turned her gaze to my face, and said, "Now I'll
show you my most secret place, and I'll explain its function." Ms. Ying blushed, reached down and pulled down her pantyhose to her calves, placing her legs above
my head, sitting on my chest. "Look, these are the labia majora, and Lang Lingqing also has labia minora. Oh, this is the clitoris, the most sensitive place. This
hole is the vaginal opening," she said, parting her labia to reveal the opening, presenting her peach-like vulva to me. "This is where your penis goes in." I
poked it , and Ms. Ying cried out, "Ah... ah... what are you doing?" I couldn't resist any longer, sitting up and hugging
Ms. Ying tightly, saying, "I know, let me taste it!" I leaned in and licked her gradually hardening areolas and back with the tip of my tongue, while also passionately sucking.
"Hmm... just like that! Ah..." Perhaps it was the sensation from her large nipples that made Ms. Ying let out a muffled moan, while arching her thighs to clamp mine.
Noticing the ripples in Ms. Ying's mind, I began licking from her large breasts to her navel with the tip of my tongue. "Ah…!" The teacher's body trembled as if electrocuted,
her lower abdomen involuntarily rising. I took the opportunity to cup the teacher's round buttocks, and saw white liquid continuously gushing from her vaginal opening, the bed already somewhat wet
. The poetic scene was breathtaking.
I leaned down, absorbing the sweet juice. "Ah…", the teacher's hands gripped the sheets tightly, letting out a groan. After a long while, I was
a little tired, but the teacher reached her climax instead. The teacher turned around and pressed me down again, moving her writhing desire to her thighs. She raised her legs to my chest,
unable to penetrate me as desired. "You're so useless!" the teacher suddenly said, grabbing my penis with her fingers, twisting her buttocks to try and swallow the glans. I
held the teacher's body tightly, lifting her buttocks with my right hand, admiring the fleshy texture there. My fingers then traced down the crevice between the two mounds, touching the wet cleft.
Now, Ms. Ying's vaginal fluids had soaked my genitals. I hugged her neck, focusing all my attention on her burning lips.
"Put it in..." Ms. Ying called out seductively. I grasped my hot, hard penis with one hand, and with the other, I searched for her vaginal opening, wanting to
insert it there. Ms. Ying responded by lowering her buttocks. Because this was my first time, my penis thrust upwards two or three times, but it also slid past her labia majora.
I also thrust upwards with force on my waist, and with a slippery feeling, I parted her labia, and the glans went in a little.
But my penis was too big. "Ouch! It hurts, stop!" Just as I was about to insert my entire penis, Ms. Ying cried out and lifted her buttocks, trying to pull
my penis out. But, once my glans entered Ms. Ying's vagina, it seemed to be attracted by magnets and could not be pulled out again. Ms. Ying tried to stand up, and my
glans followed, unable to leave her vulva. "Pull it out quickly, it hurts so much!" Ms. Ying cried out in pain. Seeing her expression
, I wanted to pull out too, but the more I enjoyed the act, the more my penis swelled up from the lubrication of Ms. Ying's vaginal fluid, becoming half again as large as before. Ms. Ying's
vaginal opening seemed to be tearing. "Ugh...ah..." Ms. Ying cried out in pain. Her whole body convulsed, and I felt
a tingling sensation inside her labia and vaginal opening. I hadn't expected my first time to be like this, and Ms. Ying, having given birth before, shouldn't be experiencing such pain. I held her tightly, kissing her.
"Let me soften up slowly before pulling out, it might be better." "No, try going in slowly first, my vaginal walls are still quite large," Ms. Ying protested, not wanting me to pull out.
Lubrication. Ms. Ying's pantyhose were still on her calves when I ripped them off, parting her thighs to reveal her pink petals and dark pubic hair.
She pressed her full body weight against me, holding me tightly, and deeply sucked my penis in. Our bodies attacked each other like warriors, our genitals
rubbing against each other. I held Ms. Ying's slender waist with one hand and grasped my engorged penis with the other, aiming it at the center of her wet petals, and
thrusting in with all my might. With a "plop," my thick penis finally penetrated the depths of her wet, lustful opening. The depths of her opening seemed to have finally found the long-awaited flesh...
"Great, a happy wriggling." "Ah...!" The teacher couldn't help but groan loudly, "Good...good...finally...finally...it's in..." At the same time, beads of sweat
streamed down her body like pearls! The teacher's lower body trembled slightly, and she weakly whispered in my ear, "Come on, ride on my hips." After saying that, her body moved
, her buttocks swaying restlessly up and down, just wanting more stimulation.
Move to the side. My penis was tightly connected to her vulva, and I slowly shifted my body, placing my body between the teacher's legs. Her full, snow-white thighs trembled,
then clamped around my waist, and her vaginal muscles twitched impatiently. But because our genitals were tightly joined, there was no twitching at all.
I thrust into her, as if trying to pierce her uterus, but could only move a little bit. Ms. Ying moaned and groaned, a strange mix of pain and pleasure.
"Don't ejaculate inside me. If you can't pull out right away, just bear with it," Ms. Ying said, kissing me. I held her tightly, sucking
, kissing, pressing, and licking her breasts, burying my face in their soft flesh, continuing this sucking and licking.
During this time, Ms. Ying was completely proactive with my body. She swayed her hips, her tender flesh rubbing against my penis, exhaling hot
breath , gradually increasing the intensity of our movements. My penis swelled inside Ms. Ying's vagina, her lust raging, her vagina overflowing with vaginal fluid, but
it was completely blocked by my penis, not a drop escaped. My glans felt her inner walls were filled with holy water, hot and sticky. "I never imagined your penis could even
overwhelm me," Ms. Ying said in a hoarse, excited voice, her body twisting and coiling like a giant snake, lifting her large buttocks while simultaneously squeezing and
rubbing my penis. The numbing pleasure intensified, our desire burned even hotter, and her vagina released even more fluid. Ms. Ying hugged my body tightly, spreading
her legs almost to meet my enormous penis, her feet restlessly twitching on the mat, while her upper body arched back, emitting cries.
My whole body was aroused, so I doubled my effort, trying to make thrusting motions, though each time I barely moved, the stimulation for Ms. Ying
was immense.
Ms. Ying continued her alluring cries; her lower body could no longer support her weight, she could only use her elbows to support herself, enduring my thrusts. "Again...a little
harder !" Amidst Ms. Ying's overwhelming desire for climax, her chaotic breathing and gasps, I lost all tenderness. I grabbed her waist,
forcing her to support herself, and thrust my penis deep into her flower, responding to her cries. Ms. Ying's entire body trembled,
receiving me with all her might. "Ah...! I...I can't take it anymore!! I...I can't take it anymore!! Ah..." Ms. Ying suddenly let out a high-pitched moan. Accompanied by a surge of... (
Regarding figure drawing, I always continued like this, while other classmates, more or less, always had to make a decision to draw or avoid it through a large meal, so there was always a chance...)
She wrapped her arms around my waist, as if desperately trying to endure an uncontrollable climax. Ms. Ying, stripped naked, could no longer support herself; her arms stretched out weakly,
panting heavily on the bed.
For some reason, I had involuntarily ejaculated when I watched Master Yu Kuigong put on pantyhose earlier, but now, my penis, soaked in Master Ying's holy water, was even harder. I
continued my thrusting, penetrating deeper into her flower path more smoothly. After a while, Master Ying seemed to be pulled back by my thrusting. Her snow-white buttocks
twisted like a millstone, her teeth clenched, her hair disheveled, and she kept moaning. "Oh...oh, hey...it seems...you won't...come...out...until
...you ejaculate," Master Ying groaned, "I...am...coming...almost...coming...let's...ejaculate...all the way...oh...oh...oh...oh...
oh...oh..." I lifted Master Ying's legs and pushed them towards her chest. This position allowed my penis to penetrate deeper into Master Ying's flower path more smoothly. Master
Ying's lower body had already blossomed into an alluring flower. "Oh god! Harder! Thrust...into it!!" Teacher Ying let out a cute moan. I thrust straight
in, penetrating deeply into Teacher Ying's flower path with all my might. Teacher Ying couldn't withstand such strong stimulation, "Ah...!! No...don't...I can't...I
can't take it !! Ah..." Teacher Ying shook her head violently, begging for mercy breathlessly! Her slender fingers gripped my arm tightly, trying to endure
the impact of pleasure on her uterus. But under my continued assault, Teacher Ying succumbed once again.
Teacher Ying's love juice gushed out like a fountain again. With Teacher Ying's climax this time, my endurance also reached its limit. Soon, I felt
an extraordinary , the pleasure grew stronger and stronger, then expanded, turning into indescribable joy.
The teacher noticed the change in the pulsation of my penis inside her. "Don't ejaculate inside..." She tried to pull away, but the tightness of our intercourse prevented her from doing so. "Oh!
Don't be so fast, wait a moment!" But I, having entered the final sprint, had already shot out like an arrow released from a bow. Her cries were completely useless!
A hot sensation gushed from deep within my body, followed by a numbingly intense pleasure, shooting through the glans into the depths of her vagina. The spasms in my body
slowed down. Finally, I calmed down completely. "Oh, your semen is so good," the teacher said, her body scalded by the semen, and she hugged me tightly. I hugged her tightly too, savoring
the taste of just now, my penis still inside her vagina, reluctant to pull out.
After a long while of deep passion, we both came to our senses. My penis gradually shrank, and half of it was pulled out of the teacher's vagina. Teacher Ying's lower
body was still filled with a large amount of a mixture of holy water and semen. She reached out her jade hand
and touched it, saying, "This liquid from Langlingqing is very nutritious. I've lost so much, I need to replenish it. Suck some into your mouth and feed it to me." I did as she said, placing my mouth against her opening. The mixture of holy water and semen had a slightly pungent smell. I took a big gulp, then put
my mouth to Teacher Ying's mouth and fed her the liquid. Teacher Ying drank it with great relish. "Ah, that was so good, Wang Dang, you're really amazing. Tomorrow,
let's try again. It seems you're still quite capable." Teacher Ying kept touching my lower body, saying happily. "Teacher Ying, you were so horny just now," I
said, gently rubbing her two breasts. "Horny? It's all because of your thing, it almost killed me." Teacher Ying said, slapping my still swollen penis with her hand.
"You really are something! Oh, touching your big penis is really bad. My opening is all open, it hurts so much, I don't know if I can walk tomorrow. I just had vaginal
tightening , and it was so easy to shrink my vagina, but you've made it big again." Mr. Ying used four fingers together to insert into her vagina. It was a bit loose, and it went in very easily
. "Call me Sister Ying." "Oh, it's already five o'clock, go to sleep, I have things to do tomorrow, Sunday," Mr. Ying said. "I didn't expect it to take so long," I
was surprised too. But with Mr. Ying constantly touching my lower body, I couldn't help but get excited, and I turned around and pressed myself against Mr. Ying again.
Ms. Ying was somewhat reluctant, saying, "No, my lower body is killing me with pain. I don't know if I'll be able to walk tomorrow." I ignored her, and with one hand,
I put Ms. Ying in a doggy-style position. Although Ms. Ying was unwilling, with my vigorous stimulation and her own unquenched desire, she allowed me to thrust my penis into
her vagina from behind. "Oh oh oh... oh... oh oh... oh ooh, oh oh oh oh oh," she cried continuously, her body twisting and her buttock muscles clenching. I
thrust vigorously, and soon Ms. Ying had several orgasms, and then another, until she was completely limp. My passion grew stronger and stronger, and I didn't want her to stop
there . I turned her over, and at this point, she had no will of independence, her eyes half-closed from excessive indulgence as she let me do as I pleased. I spread her snow-white thighs,
placed them on my shoulders, and with a lunge, I supported myself with my head on her genitals, thrusting into her with great force. "My dear, no more, I can't take it... Oh... Oh
... Oh... Oh..." Teacher Ying groaned. "Do you like being penetrated by me?" For some reason, I blurted out. "Okay, I love..." She
tried to stop me, but after a while, she let out a low, painful cry and fainted.
I didn't know what was wrong with her, still inside her, when suddenly I felt a tidal wave of trembling throughout my body, and a stream of semen shot deep into her vagina. I took a few deep breaths,
then collapsed onto her naked, lamb-like body, my penis still inside her.
I kissed her small mouth for a long time before realizing she had fainted. My vigorous movements had slightly abraded her genitals, leaving some blood.
But I was exhausted; making love like this was too tiring. I simply lay on top of her, and we fell asleep in each other's arms...

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