Me and my child's teacher

It's been over two months, time flies. I've been very busy lately and haven't had time to share, but

I'm taking some time today to do so. After my relationship with my cousin, he was worried about his reputation, so he said he was content with just this once (he's a very reputation-conscious person). We don't keep in touch much, except sometimes I help him collect debts.

The person I'm about to talk about is a bit bald, wears glasses, and isn't exactly handsome.
Before I begin, let me share my thoughts: I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm someone who cares a lot about appearance, but the people I've been with are either unsophisticated or unattractive. I wonder if it's because of my older brother's influence.

During my child's vacation, one day my child told me they wanted to learn sketching and wanted to discuss it with me. I asked, "Do you really want to learn?" My child said, "Yes, I really want to." I said, "That's good. Mom supports you. I'll ask around later where you can learn." Child: No need to ask, Mom, I've already found someone, all I need is your approval. I said: Really? Where is it? Is it far from here? Child: It's in another county, about ten kilometers away from here, so I'll have to trouble you to pick me up and drop me off. I said: Why are you being so polite with your mother, child? (I was actually quite pleased; most other children, during holidays, either play games at home or go out in groups to eat, drink, and sing karaoke. I'm genuinely happy that my child did this.)

The next morning, my child and I set off after breakfast. It's an hour's drive, and we arrived much earlier during the morning rush hour. We went to a building where people were teaching various skills (wire work, guitar, guzheng, dancing, and many others). We took the elevator to the third floor, and diagonally opposite a classroom with a sign that said "Sketching Studio." My child and I opened the door, but no one was there, so we greeted them: "Hello, is anyone here?" A "Yes!" came from behind the drawing board, and the person politely said: "Hello, I'm Teacher Xu here. Who are you looking for?" I said, "Oh, hello Teacher Xu, my child is on vacation and wants to learn sketching, so we're here to register." The teacher replied, "You're a bit early; the registration office isn't open yet. Please sit here for a bit and come to the registration office when it opens." I said, "Okay." (At first glance, I didn't think there was anything special about this man; he was bald, wore glasses, and seemed a little taller than me. He wasn't fat or thin, and looked like an honest person, and seemed a bit older than me.) My child and I looked at the artwork in the classroom for a while, and then it was time to pay the tuition at the registration office. After settling my child in, we waited at the door. (This teacher teaches two classes a day, one in the morning and one in the afternoon, each class lasting two hours; I registered my child for both the morning and afternoon sessions.) After the morning class, it was almost noon, so I took my child to eat at a KFC. We happened to run into my child's teacher eating a hamburger. My child said, "Hello Teacher Xu, you're eating this too?" The teacher replied, "You're here too." I said, "Yes, Ms. Xu, we came here because there wasn't much to eat." I continued, "Ms. Xu, is this seat taken? It's quite crowded at lunchtime, and there are no seats left." The teacher quickly replied, "No, it's just me. You can sit here." So we sat together, eating and chatting. During the conversation, the teacher praised the child for having some talent, understanding things quickly, and saying that a semester of study would be enough. I also praised my own child, saying they were sensible, which made the child blush and say, "Mom, please don't praise me anymore, or I'll fly away." We laughed. After eating, we went out and took the teacher back to the classroom. Since everyone had gone to eat and rest at lunchtime, and there were still two hours before the next class, the child got a little sleepy and asked me for the car keys to sleep in the car for a while. After the child left, only the teacher and I were left in the classroom. Ms. Xu was reviewing the sketches, and I was just looking around at the walls. One painting caught my eye; it depicted an old man wearing only tattered clothes, against a desolate background. I casually asked, "It's really well drawn." The teacher said, "This old man has a story. When I was drawing him, I talked to him for a long time, imagining his experiences as my own, and then slowly depicted them." I said, "That's amazing! Your descriptions are so vivid. When will my child reach your level?" The teacher said, "It also depends on talent, passion, and most importantly, feeling with your heart. Your child is quite talented; as long as they are focused, they will learn quickly." I said, "Then I'll have to put in a lot of effort, teacher." The teacher said, "Don't worry, I will teach every student who comes here diligently." I said, "Thank you, teacher." The teacher said, "You're welcome. Please take a look around; I want to see what the students have drawn." I said, "Okay." Then I continued looking at the wall. After a while, I got a little sleepy, found a chair, leaned back, and dozed off for a bit. I slept until it was time for the children's class. I woke up to find my child calling me, "Mom, wake up! It's time for class!" I groggily woke up and said, "What time is it?" My child said, "It's three o'clock. Get up. Go sleep in the car; class is about to start." I got up, grabbed my keys, and went to the car. I reclined the seat and tried to take a nap. After about ten minutes, I was woken up by honking from the opposite direction. Unable to fall back asleep, I got out of the car for a walk. I went to the mall for a bit, and when I saw it was almost time, I headed back. When I got to the classroom, the children and their parents had already come to pick them up. There were still about ten minutes left before class ended. While waiting, the parents started gossiping: "Look at Teacher Xu, she doesn't look that great, but her drawings are really good. You can't judge a book by its cover," and so on. I heard them talking about it until class ended. After class, around 4 o'clock, my child and I went downstairs. My child said, "Mom, it's only 4 o'clock. There's still plenty of time." How about we go see a movie? We happened to catch a newly released animated film (The Wind Guardians), the plot of which was quite touching; I almost cried. It was past 6 pm when we finished, and the child was hungry after leaving the theater, so we took him to eat Chongqing-style chicken hot pot. When we got to the restaurant, it was packed with people and there were no seats. Just then, the child said, "Mom, look! Isn't that Teacher Xu?" and ran over, saying, "Teacher Xu, I see you again!" I walked over politely and said, "Teacher Xu, what a coincidence! We meet again." The teacher said, "What a coincidence, meeting again for a meal. Come on, let's eat together." I said, "Are you alone?" The teacher replied, "When I first started teaching, I always ate alone." I said "Oh," and didn't ask any further questions. During the meal, the child and the teacher chatted for over an hour. Seeing that it was almost time, I interjected (I won't write my child's name here to protect their privacy, I'll just use "child" instead): "Honey, Mommy won't be able to stay with you tomorrow. I'll bring you this morning, then I have to go back to work. I'll pick you up again in the afternoon. Just have a simple lunch here, okay?" The child said, "Okay, no problem. You go ahead and do your work." Teacher Xu then said, "I'll be eating and resting alone at lunchtime anyway. Let the child stay with me; they'll have company. I really like this child. Even though I haven't known him for long, he's the most quick-witted of all the students I've taught." The child smiled proudly beside me. I said, "Then I'll trouble you to pay close attention, Teacher." We chatted for a while longer, but then ran out of things to say. I said, "Are you all full? Let's go." The teacher said, "It's getting late; you should go back too. It's quite far." I then called the waiter to pay the bill. Teacher Xu and I both tried to pay, but I didn't let him. When we scanned the QR code, I didn't have enough money, which made me very embarrassed. In the end, Teacher Xu paid the bill. I then said, "Teacher Xu, I'm so sorry, I didn't have any money on my card. I'm sorry to have troubled you. How about I add you on WeChat and transfer the money to you when I get home?" Teacher Xu said, "Don't mention it. It's fate that we met twice in one day. It's nothing." My child chimed in, "Teacher, you don't know my mom. She's fine when others owe her things, but she gets upset when she owes someone something." With my child's persuasion, Teacher Xu and I exchanged WeChat contacts and then went home.

I got home around 9 pm, washed up, and went to bed. My husband wasn't coming home tonight; he was working overtime at the company. I asked him to transfer some money to me, which I then sent to Teacher Xu. Teacher Xu replied, "No need, I can afford to treat you to a meal." I said, "Teacher Xu, that's not what I meant. It's too much trouble for you to treat me." After a while, Teacher Xu still didn't accept the money. Finally, Teacher Xu said, "After my child graduates this semester, you can treat me to a meal." I said, "Okay, it's settled then." We chatted until 2 am. I learned that he was from Yibin, Sichuan, and was 5 years younger than me (he looked older than me, but I found out his age was younger). He had been here for 5 years, teaching. I asked him if he was married, and he said no, he had only dated two girlfriends. One was someone he dated in college, but they broke up after graduation. The other was someone his family introduced him to, but they broke up after six months. He hadn't dated anyone since then because he wasn't tall, good-looking, or rich, so he hadn't dated anyone until now. After finishing this semester's assignments, I should go home and visit my parents. I haven't been back since I came here. I'm thinking of going back to see my parents and maybe go on a blind date. I've managed to save some money over the years. After we said goodnight, I looked at his WeChat Moments for over an hour. Scrolling to the end, I could feel the hardships he'd faced over the years. Then I fell asleep. I spent the next few days like this, chatting with the teacher occasionally. One day, I didn't go home. After having lunch with my child, the child went to sleep in the car. I was bored and idly looked at the artwork in the classroom. I sat in my chair, leaning back, looking at it for a while. Just as I was about to move, I heard the teacher shout, "Don't move! Don't move!" It startled me. Then she said, "Like this, don't move." I said, "What's wrong?" The teacher said, "Just don't move, it'll be finished in a bit." I waited there motionless for almost half an hour. Then the teacher said, "Finally finished! Look." I took it and said, "It looks so much like me! Oh, you were drawing me! It's really well done." The teacher said, "Time is a bit rushed, I'm afraid you'll feel uncomfortable sitting there for too long." I asked, "Are the figures you draw also like this, completely still?" The teacher replied, "Yes, they're all professionals, they get used to it after a while." I said, "Can I have this sketch?" The teacher said, "I'm giving it to you." I quickly said, "Thank you." We chatted for a while afterward before class started, and we continued to chat on WeChat for the next few days, getting to know each other better. About ten days before the end of the semester, Mr. Xu announced something before class ended: his contract with the school was expiring and he might need a replacement teacher (Mr. Xu had already notified the school in advance, and that's how they found someone to replace him). After class, I asked my son to invite Mr. Xu to dinner, since I had promised him a meal together after the semester ended (although it wasn't finalized). We went to a Western restaurant and ate there. We talked about how Mr. Xu had booked his ticket home for the end of the semester and was relaxing at home these few days to prepare for his return. After dinner, we said goodbye and went home. Two days later, with nothing much going on at home, I stayed to keep the kids company. Around lunchtime, the kids went out to eat with their classmates, leaving me to eat by myself. Eating alone felt a bit boring, and then I remembered Teacher Xu. What a coincidence! We both posted the same message at the same time: "Have you eaten?" The four characters were identical, only the symbols were different. I chuckled, and Teacher Xu chuckled too. We arranged to meet somewhere to chat and eat. I walked Teacher Xu downstairs, and he politely invited me up for some water. Since the kids were about to start class, I agreed without much thought. We went to his place, a rented two-bedroom apartment. One bedroom was for sleeping, and the other was for sketching. He poured me a glass of milk, and we sat there chatting while drinking. He said, "I'm the first woman to come here in the last five years." I said, "It's my honor." Teacher Xu said, "It's my honor, and she's such a beautiful woman!" She showered me with compliments until I was embarrassed. We chatted until my child finished school. After we got home, ate, washed up, and lay down, Teacher Xu texted me, "Are you asleep?" I said, "No." Then she asked, "Is your husband next to you?" I said, "Yes, what's wrong?" She said, "Nothing, I was afraid your husband would misunderstand if I chatted with you." I said, "It's okay, he's asleep." Teacher Xu said, "Oh, I see. I'm relieved." We started chatting again, and then went to sleep. Five days before Teacher Xu left, we met up for dinner at her home. She poured me a glass of milk again, and I could tell she was a little nervous when she handed it to me. After looking at it, she said, "I need to go to the art studio to get something." I told her, "Go ahead and do your work." I drank the milk, but afterwards something felt off; it had a slightly fishy smell. I assumed he hadn't washed the cup before pouring it for me, so I didn't think much of it (I did see him glance at me while I was drinking, but I don't know why). A little while later, he came out and asked if I was finished. I said, "Yes, I'm finished." He said, "Oh, it's okay, there's more. I'll pour you more if you want." I quickly said, "No, no, thank you." Then he sat down and started talking to me, and he began praising me, saying a lot of things that left me speechless and embarrassed. Seeing I had nothing to say, I said it was almost time to pick up my child. As I got up and reached the door, he pounced on me from behind, hugging me and saying things like, "I've liked you for a long time. I was attracted to your beauty and charm the first time I saw you." I said, "Ms. Xu, please don't do this. Show some respect." He ignored me and kissed my ear. I struggled to break free, but suddenly he pulled me close and kissed me hard. His tongue kept licking my lips. I pushed him away and slapped him hard, saying, "Ms. Xu, so this is what you are! I see you for who you are now. You seem so honest on the surface, but you're disgusting inside!" I opened the door and ran downstairs. He followed me, repeatedly saying sorry. I drove off. He kept apologizing on WeChat, saying he acted impulsively and was really sorry, so I deleted him. On my way to pick up my child, he kept adding me, but I eventually blocked him. After picking up my child, I kept thinking about what had just happened. We went home, ate dinner, showered, and lay down. My husband wasn't home today, so I lay in bed thinking about what happened during the day. I wondered if things would have been different if I hadn't resisted. While I was thinking, my WeChat buzzed. An unknown number added me. I knew it was Teacher Xu, so I hesitated for a moment before accepting. I told him directly, "I know it's you, Teacher Xu." The teacher replied: "I'm so sorry about today. I felt guilty all afternoon. Please forgive me." He said a lot of apologetic things. I couldn't be stubborn, so I forgave him. After that, I told him to stop talking, that I was tired and needed to sleep. He said goodnight, and I ignored him and went to sleep. Two days passed, and I still ignored him. He didn't speak to me either. Then, at noon, he asked me to have lunch. It took him a long time to agree. During lunch, he apologized. I said, "Let's not talk about it anymore. Let's eat. What's done is done." He didn't say anything. After lunch, I told him I had to leave. He messaged me on WeChat: "I know you're okay, you're just deliberately avoiding me." I said, "Yes, you're right." The teacher said: "Hehe, I know." It was time for my child's class, and I was resting in the car. Teacher Xu sent me another message: "I've been thinking about this for a long time since I got back. I'm leaving soon, and if I don't say it now, I might never have the chance again. I just like you, you know? The time I've spent with you has been the best thing that's happened to me in recent years. No one has ever treated me like this before, looking down on me for being unsophisticated, poor, and ugly. I used to think that other parents were similar, looking down on people, but you're not like that. I really like you." (Indeed, those other parents were a bit materialistic; you could tell from their everyday conversations.) I replied: "So what if you like me? I have a family and children. You and I are my child's teacher. What are you thinking saying such things? How are you setting a good example for the children?" The teacher said, "I'm sorry, I just wanted to express what was on my mind. (Actually, I understand how hard he's worked all these years.) I've said what I needed to say, thank you for your understanding." I didn't reply to him. That night, after my husband fell asleep, I was bored and scrolled through my WeChat Moments. I saw a post from Teacher Xu: "(There's still one wish I haven't fulfilled. If it could come true, I'd die happy.)" The post included a picture. The back view looked familiar; it was a portrait of a woman sleeping in a chair. I looked at it closely, and the more I looked, the more uneasy I felt. I sent him a private message asking, "Are you asleep? Who is that person in the picture you posted? They look so familiar." He said, "Hehe, you really can't recognize them?" I said, "Is it me?" He said, "Hehe, I drew this for you before your child woke you up the other day." I said, "Why did you do that?" He said, "I don't know, your back view was just so captivating when you were sleeping, so I just drew it on a whim. I also want to apologize for not asking your permission before drawing you and posting it on WeChat Moments." I said, "What's the use of apologizing? You've already posted it." He was saying, "I'm sorry." I said, "Stop talking, let's go to sleep, I'm sleepy." We said goodnight to each other and then went to sleep.

The next morning, something came up and I didn't take my child to school. The child took the bus by themselves. By the time I finished, it was already noon. Then, Teacher Xu messaged me: "You didn't come today? I didn't see you." I said: "Something came up, so I didn't take the child." He said: "Oh." I asked him what was wrong. He said: "I'm leaving the day after tomorrow, so I came to see the children and say goodbye. I saw you weren't here, so I asked you." I said: "I'll pick up the child this afternoon." He said: "Hehe, I was thinking of treating you to lunch." I said: "No need, you can eat by yourself." He said: "Okay." I ignored him. A little while later, he messaged again: "Can you talk to me? I'm leaving the day after tomorrow." Seeing his response, I replied: "Okay." We chatted and eventually the topic of that incident came up. I said, "Let's not talk about the past." Seeing my lack of reaction, he got angry and said: "I have something to tell you, don't be angry." I said curiously: "Go ahead, I'm not angry (I wanted to see what he said)." He said: "Don't be angry." I said: "Okay." He sent me a video. When I opened it, it showed a hand holding a cup and the other hand masturbating a penis, ejaculating into a cup that looked like milk. After watching it, I suddenly thought it might be the cup I drank that day. Then he messaged me, "Sorry, there was my semen in the milk you drank that day." I immediately got angry and cursed at him. I don't usually curse, but I called him a pervert, worse than an animal. After cursing, I angrily deleted him. A while later, he added me back: "I know you'll be angry if I tell you, but you drank it anyway." I was so angry at the time, and I felt quite justified, so I ignored him. Afterwards, I got angrier and angrier, and I broke a cup at home. My mother-in-law asked me what happened, and I said I accidentally knocked it over. At 3 pm, I drove to pick up my child. I drove very fast and arrived in about 20 minutes. There was still more than half an hour before my child's school ended. I was in the car thinking about what happened at noon, and I got angrier and angrier. He tricked me into drinking that kind of thing. In a fit of anger, I added him back on WeChat and cursed him again. After I finished cursing, he said: "Are you happy now? It doesn't matter how much you curse me today, as long as you feel good." I said, "I don't like being scolded. I want to hit you right now." The teacher said, "Come on, I'm at home. You can hit me however you want today. I'm just afraid you won't dare to hit me." I knew he was trying to provoke me, but I couldn't control myself and went to his house. As soon as he opened the door, I slapped him twice, kicked him, hit him, and cursed at him. After I was too tired to continue, he said, "Have you cursed and hit me enough? No one has ever cursed me like this before. If it were anyone else, I would have killed them." I slapped him again. He looked at me angrily, then suddenly picked me up, carried me to the art studio, threw me onto the sofa bed, and locked the door. I was a little scared of what he might do, so I ran towards the door. He picked me up again, put me on the sofa bed, and pressed me down, saying, "Do you know how I've lived all these years? Being looked down upon by everyone, not daring to pursue the people I like, being ridiculed, and so on. I looked at the wads of toilet paper on the floor." After he finished speaking, he sat up and asked me, "Do you know what this is?" I said, "No." He said, "This is the tissue I used to wipe myself after masturbating twice a day from the first day I met you until yesterday. I really like you. I know what kind of person I am. No matter what I do, you won't like me. Over the years, I've gotten through masturbation and watching porn. I'm a little bit perverted, which is why I masturbated into milk and made you drink it." I said, "You still dare to talk." I hit him again, not so hard, but it woke him up. This wasn't a rational wake-up call, but a sign of losing his mind. He pounced on me like a beast, kissing me like a madman, as if he'd never seen a woman before. I resisted, but because I had already knocked him down, I gave up resisting. I knew that if I resisted, it would still happen today. He pulled me off the sofa, one arm around me, kissing me passionately, the other hand reaching inside to touch my breasts. After a while, it moved down from my breasts and down to my underwear, touching my labia (I was wearing denim shorts today). As he touched me, I got aroused. When he kissed me... He had his mouth closed, so we could only kiss on the lips. Once he got into it, he opened his mouth and put his tongue in mine, moving it back and forth and pecking at it. After a while, he couldn't resist anymore and pulled down my jeans. He stood up and took off his underwear, revealing his erect penis, but his testicles were very loose and droopy (probably due to frequent masturbation). Then he entered me and ejaculated within minutes. Afterwards, I straightened my clothes, and he told me it was only the second time he'd been inside a woman. He'd suspected I had premature ejaculation before, as each time he masturbated, it was shorter. Today he realized he really did have it. I stood up and said, "I have to go. My child's already finished school. Let's pretend today never happened. I hope you'll take care of yourself." He said, "Thank you."

After picking up my child and getting home, I took a shower in the bathroom after dinner, thinking about what happened that afternoon (actually, I knew something special would happen after I went there, otherwise I wouldn't have fallen for his reverse psychology). After an hour, I lay down on the bed, thinking that Mr. Xu would definitely message me when I turned on my phone. Sure enough, when I opened WeChat, there were over a dozen messages from him, apologizing for my usual spiel. I replied: "Can't you come up with something new? All you can say?" He said: "Hehe, what can I say? Thank you so much for granting me one wish today." I said: "How many wishes do you want?" He said: "I want a nude sketch of you." I said: "Dream on, keep dreaming." Then I said I was going to sleep, and he didn't say anything. I fell asleep soon after, but woke up in the middle of the night for some reason. The more I tried to sleep, the less I could, and something kept bothering me. I opened my phone and saw a lot of messages from Teacher Xu (I won't go into detail here). I felt quite sympathetic after reading them, and I was torn about what to do tomorrow—whether to agree to his request or not. I was really conflicted (I really wanted to). The next morning, I didn't reply. After breakfast, I took my child to class. It was a bit chilly this morning, so I wore a jacket that went past my legs. After dropping my child off, I was wondering whether to text Teacher Xu or not when he texted me: "What are you doing?" I said: "Just dropped my child off and was about to leave." He said: "Look behind you." I turned around and saw him behind my car. He slowly walked to the passenger side and said: "Can I get in and we can talk?" I said: "Get in yourself. Do you expect me to drive for you?" He chuckled and got into the car. He said: "I'm leaving tomorrow." I said: "Oh." He said: "Did you see what I said to you yesterday?" I said: "Yes." He said: "If you saw it, why didn't you reply?" I said: "There's nothing to reply to." He chuckled, got out of the car, and left. Watching him walk further and further away, I felt a pang of sadness. Around noon, after my child and I finished lunch, my child went to the classroom to chat with classmates (it was the last day after all). It was exactly 12:30. I remember clearly making the decision at that moment: I drove to his building. I hesitated for a moment before ringing his doorbell, but ultimately rang it anyway. He opened the door and chuckled: "I didn't expect you to come." I said, "So you're just going to let me talk outside?" He said, "Can't you come in yourself? Do you expect me to carry you in?" I chuckled again and went inside. I sat on the sofa in his room. He asked what I wanted to drink, and I said the usual. He asked if I wanted anything else, and I turned around and softly said, "Yes." I saw him take milk from the refrigerator, pour it into a glass, and tell me to add something later before going to the sketching studio. He deliberately left the bedroom door ajar, and I sneaked up to him. I saw him masturbating. Watching him masturbate, I got aroused too, thinking about drinking that glass of milk again. The thought made me lose control; desire overwhelmed my mind. What was disgusting before was conquered by desire. My hand went into my underwear; it was wet, my hand was covered in it. Then I remembered, picked up the glass, took off my shorts, and fastened my underwear to my vagina, constantly stroking my clitoris, imagining drinking the milk. Soon I had an orgasm, a so-called squirting, which was no exaggeration—it really was about a centimeter high. I put my pants back on and was about to pour the milk into the glass when I heard a scream from inside. I knew he had ejaculated. I quickly returned to the sofa after pouring, and he came out, walked over to me, and said, "I've added something to the milk you wanted." I could clearly see the layer of semen floating on the milk. He asked me again, "Did you pour yourself a glass?" I said, "I poured it for you." He said, "Added something?" I said, "Okay, you should try it." He picked up the cup, looked at it, and hummed. I knew what it was. He drank it all in one gulp and said, "This is the most delicious milk I've ever had." I finished mine in one go too. I stood up, went to him, and said, "I promise you what you said yesterday." He picked me up and carried me to the sketching room. He put me on the sofa bed and said, "Thank you." I got up and slowly took off all my clothes, revealing myself completely naked to him. He had me lie on my side on the sofa bed (like the heroine in Titanic) and finished drawing it in two hours. When he finished, he showed it to me. Every detail was incredibly detailed—the breasts, pubic hair, and labia—just like the real thing. I said, "It's really well drawn." He said, "Do you like it?" I said, "Yes." He said, "If you like it, how will you repay me?" I said, "How do you want me to repay you?" Our breathing became heavy. I slowly closed my eyes, and he suddenly kissed me without any tenderness, kissing me passionately. I kissed him back passionately, from my mouth all the way to my vulva. He took off all his clothes and made me kneel down and lick him. I didn't think much of it; I'd already drunk his semen and didn't care anymore. I knelt down and licked him. After a while, he couldn't take it anymore and told me to stop. He went to the bedroom and got a bottle of delay spray. After spraying it, we started. He put my underwear over his head, and the stench of his underwear stimulated every nerve in my brain. He thrust wildly, and my lower body... The water was sizzling, I was on top, then behind him, and finally, we took off each other's underwear and kissed. He took a mouthful of saliva and made me open my mouth to spit it in. At that moment, desire really overcame nausea, and I swallowed it. I spit it out several times. In the end, when I was on top, he also wanted to eat, so I gathered up a mouthful of water and spat it all out to him. Finally, with vigorous thrusting, we both orgasmed. This time, it lasted for more than half an hour. This delay spray is quite effective; a man with premature ejaculation can last for half an hour after using it. When I looked at the time, it was already 4 o'clock. My child called and asked if Mom was still picking me up today. For the first time, I lied to my child and said, "Mom has something to do and can't go. You and your classmate can take the bus back by yourself." My child said, "Okay," and hung up. We lay on the bed and talked for a while. Then I asked him if he could draw me a picture as a souvenir. He said, "What do you want to draw?" I said I wanted to draw you. He kissed me and said, "You don't need to say anything, I understand." He set up his phone on a stand, and we lay on our sides. He wrapped one arm around my neck from behind, caressing my breasts. I lifted my legs, and he reached behind me, his hand guiding his penis to my labia, where it entered slightly. We took a picture in that position, and then he sketched from the photo (saying it was his first time sketching from a photo). He drew carefully, and I watched intently. While he was drawing, I kissed him, kissing his penis to give him inspiration. This time it took him over three hours. When he finished, I looked at it happily. The sketch was indeed more stimulating and vivid than the photo. After looking at it, I kissed him and said, "Don't move. This time I'm repaying you with all my heart. Just lie still." He said, "Okay." He was lying on the sofa bed, and I sat on top of him, rubbing his penis with my labia until he was hard. Then I thrust into his erect penis, and it felt so incredibly good, so incredibly pleasurable. I went all the way down and then frantically lifted myself up and down, my buttocks slamming against his thighs with a slapping sound. Back and forth, I'd never been so wild before. This time, he ejaculated in about ten minutes. I lay on top of him for a while, checked my phone—it was almost 8 o'clock—quickly packed up, said goodbye, chatted for a few minutes, and then kissed him for several more minutes before heading home.

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