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"Teacher, teacher." After a while, the teacher seemed to have lost consciousness.

"Hmm?" The teacher came back to her senses and responded.

"Teacher, you fell asleep from exhaustion?" I asked.

"I'm sorry, I'm a little tired. I forgot you haven't had your fill yet. Let's continue." The teacher hugged my

neck, ready to accept my advances.

"No need, teacher. If you're tired, just sleep. You do

n't have to force yourself." "Hehe, you're so considerate. You truly deserve to be the only man in my heart. But you have to let me reciprocate your

feelings. You have to remember that women don't just want to be pampered by men. They also want to reciprocate. So

you have to give them the opportunity to repay you. Otherwise, your kindness to them will put pressure on them."

The teacher often taught me about relationships between men and women

. "Is that so? But I feel like I'm giving very little."

"Silly child, love isn't about how much you give. You may think it's little, but in our eyes, it's already

a lot ."

"Okay, I understand, let's continue." I prepared to start moving.

"Wait, wait a minute, my pussy has been penetrated hundreds of thousands of times, it's a bit too much, can you penetrate me from behind

? Of course, if you still want my pussy, I can do that too." The teacher spoke very skillfully, making me

have no choice but to go to her ass. Of course, I quite like the teacher's asshole, so I was even

happier to be able to penetrate her asshole

. "Is your pussy unable to take it, or is your anus starting to itch?" I gently rubbed the teacher's

anus

"What are you saying? That's so awful. It's better to keep this to yourself, don't say it out loud, it's embarrassing." The teacher

scolded me with a smile.

The teacher reached out and gently grabbed my penis with her fingers, then put it to the teacher's anus. Because my

penis was covered in vaginal fluid, the lubrication was sufficient.

"Put it in," the teacher said.

"Ugh, teacher's inside is so tight," I felt a little difficult.

Because usually when the teacher did it to me, her legs were spread wide, and at most I

would be penetrated from behind. And most of the time, the teacher would reach out and spread her anus as wide as possible so that my unusually large size could be easily penetrated

. But now, because I was in a sleeping bag, there was a limit to how wide my legs could be, so it was particularly difficult to insert.

"Teacher, open it a little wider," I tried hard to push my glans in.

"It's okay to push a little harder, I can still hold on," the teacher tried her best to open her legs, and the sleeping bag was

stretched open

. I wanted to gently and slowly insert it, but it didn't seem to move forward at all, so I had no choice but to push it in forcefully.

After I pulled out slightly, I pushed it in forcefully, and my glans instantly slammed into the teacher's soft sphincter,

accompanied a scream.

"Ah!! It hurts!" the teacher cried out in pain.

"What's wrong? Does it hurt a lot?" I asked the teacher nervously.

"Yes, it hurt a little for a moment, but it's much better now. Can you wait a little while before continuing?" The teacher

looked at me with teary eyes

. "Then let's stop for a bit. Tell me when you're better, but if it still hurts, don't force yourself. We

can't ." I was quite worried that the girls would try to be strong just to make me feel comfortable

. After a while, the teacher started to move slowly on her own, and her anus tightened a few times, indicating that she

had recovered quite a bit.

"It should be okay now. You can start moving," the teacher said gently.

I moved gently, and seeing that the teacher only let out a few soft gasps, I figured it should be fine, so I started

thrusting with my usual strength.

"Mmm," the teacher groaned softly, her brows furrowed and her lower lip bitten. It seemed her buttocks were a little

injured , and she was still in pain

. "Teacher, should we stop?" I asked, noticing she was still in pain.

"No, no need. It'll be fine once I feel better," the teacher refused my last chance, because if I kept going,

I wouldn't be able to stop.

Because of the position, her vagina was particularly tight, and I had to use a lot of effort to

pull out each time I went in. Her sphincter muscles were pulled out with each thrust, and then pushed back in

. She seemed to feel the pleasure of continuous defecation, and slowly the comfort replaced the pain. Her brows

gradually relaxed, and her moans became more lewd.

"It feels so good, so warm inside my anus, like I'm having a bowel movement. Using my anus is amazing!"

The teacher actually quite likes it when I insert my penis into her anus. It seems that the comfort of Xinyu's anus is probably

related to the teacher.

The teacher's rectum tightened even more in an excited state, and my penis was completely enveloped. I

could even feel the vagina behind me, through a thin layer of flesh, constantly twitching and trembling. The teacher couldn't help but

scratch at my body, and kept uttering lewd words that didn't match her temperament.

"Teacher's inside is so tight and feels so good, it's holding my big cock so tightly." 　　"Mmm! So thick and big, 　　a

little deeper, ah, so comfortable, so good~" The teacher's voice was already very

nice , so her moans were even 　　more intoxicating. " 　　Ah 　　... 　　"I'm coming! I'm coming!!" I roared. 　　The semen poured into the teacher's intestines, but after several ejaculations, the amount was not much left. After two ejaculations , I couldn't ejaculate anymore. I pulled out my penis and inserted it back into the teacher's vagina, intending to rest for a while before continuing to have sex with the teacher, but the teacher did not react at all.

"Teacher, Teacher!" I called out to her, but there was no response.

I looked around and realized she was already asleep from exhaustion. To fall asleep amidst such intense sexual stimulation

showed just how tired she was. Seeing this, I couldn't bear to wake her, so I hugged her, closed my eyes, and fell asleep

with her. Actually, I was just barely holding on, and soon after closing my eyes, I lost consciousness.

"Baby, baby," I vaguely heard someone calling me.

"Hmm~ let me sleep a little longer," I started to linger in bed.

"I can't do anything with you, just a little longer," I thought I heard someone say to me.

After what seemed like an eternity, I finally woke up. What came into view was my teacher

's bare breasts. Only then did I remember that I had fallen asleep with my head on her chest yesterday.

"Good morning, teacher," I rubbed my eyes.

"It's not early, it's past 1 pm. Are you hungry? Shall we go eat?" The teacher hugged me and whispered in

my ear,

"Sure, just don't go to that ridiculously expensive place again."

"That's scary! I want you to come with me to do something even scarier later," the teacher grinned mischievously.

"

What?! Please, teacher, don't waste money!" I pleaded

. "You'll see in a bit," the teacher ignored my pleas.

We got up and helped each other get dressed.

"Honey, do you want me to wear my middle school swimsuit or this sexy lace lingerie?" The teacher held up both pieces against

herself .

"Swimsuit is fine, the lace one is too expensive, I'll only wear it occasionally." I thought it would be one thing if the swimsuit got torn, but if

the lingerie got torn, that would be really painful. The teacher's salary for about half a month would be gone.

After getting dressed, the teacher drove to the city, but this time, at my insistence, we only went

to a regular fast food restaurant.

After we finished eating, the teacher insisted on going to the department store again. Of course, I knew she wanted to splurge again. I

didn't want to go, but given her stubborn insistence, I had no choice but to succumb to her tyranny.

"Come over here," she pulled me in. Oh my god, a gold jewelry store!

The teacher immediately went to ask the shop assistants, while I watched from the side. Every item I glanced at was worth hundreds of thousands.

No wonder so many people like to rob gold shops; robbing here is definitely faster and safer than robbing a bank. You can just grab a handful

and you don't have to wait for the bank teller to open the vault to fill it up.

When I was engrossed in looking around, the teacher suddenly came over and patted me on the shoulder.

"Come on, or did you see something you liked?"

"No, no, let's go quickly," I hurried away, not knowing what the teacher was planning to do next.

At this moment, I began to admire women's shopping ability. It was truly terrifying. If every girl

bought like this, I might work myself to death and still not be able to afford it all. I swallowed hard. Back in

the car, the teacher suddenly stopped, neither speaking nor driving. She took a deep breath and turned to me.

"This is for you," she said, taking a small box from her bag

. I opened it and found a ring inside.

"Teacher, what is this??" It was clearly a women's ring.

The teacher took the ring off her hand, and I noticed both were the same style.

"Aren't these two rings the same?" I asked abruptly.

"Would you like me to wear the ring on your hand?" the teacher asked me earnestly. From her eyes,

I could tell she was very serious.

"Yes, I would," I said, extending my left hand for her to place on it, then using my right hand to put the ring on her

ring finger

. "Hehehe, I'm so happy!" Tears of joy streamed down the teacher's face

. "Teacher," I didn't know what to say.

"Ah! Right, there's more," the teacher said, taking out another box and a necklace with a

ring attached. It was clearly a matching pair of men's and women's rings.

The teacher helped me put on the necklace, looked at me, and smiled again.

"Teacher, why did you buy another ring like this for me to put on?" Although I roughly knew

why , I still wanted to hear the teacher say it to me.

"This ring was given to me by that man, but I didn't want it. I want the one you put on me. From now

on, I am yours. Although we can't be legally married, I will remember that this ring

is the shackle that makes me loyal to you. Because there are other girls, you can't wear

the ring I gave you, but I hope it can be on your body, on your chest, so that you will always have

a place for me in your heart." I almost cried when I heard this. The teacher's love for me was very deep, abandoning all worldly concepts.

"Husband," the teacher said to me with deep affection and tenderness, this very meaningful title.

"Wife," I almost called her "teacher" again, and quickly turned around.

"Hehe, I'm so happy, so happy!" The teacher threw herself at me and cried, but it was full of joy.

After we calmed down, the teacher wanted to go home first and then take me home. I watched the teacher

go into the house, and I waited in the car. After a while, Xinyu came out and knocked on the car window.

"My dad said he had something to do yesterday and took my sister abroad again. Mom asked if you wanted to come in and rest

for a bit ." I didn't expect that guy to leave without even getting Xinyu's first time. It seems he

has no attachment to this family anymore.

"No, I didn't go home yesterday, I should go back quickly."

"Okay, I'll go call Mom." Xinyu kissed me before going back inside.

"Wait." I suddenly realized that since the teacher called me "husband," wouldn't Xinyu have to call me "dad"?

"What's wrong?" Xinyu asked.

"Uh, nothing." I decided not to be stupid and ask her to call me "dad. "

After a while, the teacher returned to the car.

"My husband is leaving, I really miss you."

"We'll see each other tomorrow morning. Now that guy is gone, we can play around with him as we please." I fantasized

about how to play with the teacher.

"Then let's go send my good husband home." The teacher said like a little girl, stepping on the gas and

driving towards my house.

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