The teacher’s little hole wasn’t extremely tight, but it was sufficiently wet, quite warm, and the soft inner walls enveloped his throbbing dragon, still providing Zhao Ran with considerable pleasure.
Zhao Ran began by moving in and out slowly, but after growing accustomed to the sensation, he started thrusting forcefully and without mercy.
“Ah… Zhao Ran… you’re amazing… harder… mmm…” The teacher’s voice, tinged with an alluring desire, was incredibly seductive.
Zhao Ran had never imagined that his homeroom teacher could become such an enticing woman, but it brought him immense pleasure.
This changed Zhao Ran’s perception of so-called dignified mature women, and he thrust even more vigorously, pounding against her honeyed cave with each stroke, gradually bringing her closer to her peak.
Zhao Ran glanced down at where their bodies joined. The teacher’s petals flipped and turned with each thrust, and his own member glistened, soaked with her juices.
The fullness of her chest swayed up and down incessantly, and her hair became disheveled from the motion.
These sights excited Zhao Ran even more, and he fucked the woman beneath him with increasing intensity. The teacher’s moans grew louder and more frequent, her muttered words becoming indiscernible.
Zhao Ran gripped her waist and plunged into her from behind, fast and ruthless. The moans from the teacher’s mouth gradually grew louder and more frequent.
“Ah… so good… I’m almost there… harder…”
After what felt like an eternity, the teacher lay limp across the desk.
Zhao Ran pulled his cock out, resisting the urge to ejaculate, held her by the waist, and turned her over onto her back on the desk.
Lying half-reclined on the desk, the teacher looked beautiful. The small desk resembled a butcher’s block. She lay partially upright and partially tilted, one leg bent on a nearby chair, the other resting flat on the floor. Her skirt was pulled up to her waist, her legs slightly parted, clad in black stockings and red high heels. Her flushed, wet pussy was fully exposed, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
At this moment, Zhao Ran could no longer hold back. He stroked his cock and released thick, milky semen all over the teacher’s face. The intense pleasure made him throw his head back.
Just then, Zhao Ran caught a glimpse of a figure outside the window from the corner of his eye. He quickly turned to look, but the person seemed to notice and ran off before he could clearly see who it was.
After the teacher and Zhao Ran straightened their clothes, a restless Zhao Ran hurriedly left after delivering the exams and assignments to the office.
When he reached where he had parked, he found Wu Dan still waiting by his motorcycle in the parking area.
Back then, Wu Dan had long, straight hair cascading like a waterfall, and her school uniform skirt had been altered to be shorter.
The school’s regulation length was to the top of the knee, but her skirt ended about fifteen centimeters above, so when the wind blew, her white lace panties were almost visible.
Her breasts, which could be considered enormous for a middle schooler, were tightly encased in a semi-cup, snow-white lace bra, pushing prominently against her short-sleeved white school shirt.
Her long legs were clad in pure white bubble socks and black leather shoes, making her look utterly adorable. Zhao Ran suddenly realized that the innocent Wu Dan could also stir his desire.
“Cousin, why are you only coming now? Let’s go quickly.” Just as he was thinking about how to explain things to Wu Dan, she acted as if nothing had happened and simply urged him to start the motorcycle.
Zhao Ran gave her a ride home on his motorcycle. As usual, she held onto him, but this time, her grip seemed tighter. The two soft mounds of her chest pressed against his back, even rubbing gently, making a certain part of him swell painfully within his school trousers.
“Cousin, what are you thinking about? Did you hear what I said?”