Role-playing: Crush on the Teacher
Yanyan's sense of emptiness disappeared completely. This hard and hot big cock was incomparable to dead objects. The moment it came in, she felt extremely comfortable. She sank her waist and lay on the desk. The man's big hand clasped her willow waist, and her delicate body was in the shape of an S. Her flawless white jade back and thin waist made her buttocks look fuller and bigger.
"It feels so good...ah...ah...ah...oh...so comfortable...I like it...ah...the teacher is too hard...so powerful...ah...ah...Yanyan's little slut hole...is going to be broken by the teacher's big cock...oh...ah..."
The girl's plump and soft big breasts were deformed by the desk. The white and tender breasts were squeezed so pitifully. They were shaking with his thrusts. The small nipples that should have been bright were pressed so hard that they could not be seen. Rubbing against the rough table, her little face was also pressed against the table, and her red cheeks were beautiful and charming.
If you don't listen to the sound, it looks like a delicate and innocent student who has no ability to resist, being fucked and manipulated by her beastly teacher, violating her body.
Teacher Lu pinched her waist and thrust forward fiercely, rubbing against her little uterus, panting: "I'm going to poke your little cunt! Uh... I told you to squeeze it so tightly, damn, how greedy is our classmate Luan? You like to eat the teacher's cock so much, you won't let the teacher out after you squeeze it in, little slut! Fuck you to death, are you happy when you make your cunt unable to close? You're so good at squeezing cocks at such a young age, you're a born little slut!"
Every word he said was shameful and obscene, and it sounded filthy in her ears, which further stimulated the girl's sexual desire.
It always takes a lot of effort when thrusting. He struggled to pull out part of his penis from the moist and narrow vagina, and made piston movements with her tight and tender cunt. Then he inserted it forcefully. The slutty cunt was flowing with vaginal fluid, which flowed out for him in waves, wetting the entangled genitals and splashing spots on the floor. The warm boudoir was stained with lust by this spring love.
"Yes... yes... ah... the first time I saw the teacher, Yanyan wanted... wanted to be fucked by Teacher Lu... oh ah... ah ah ah... I wanted it during class and after school... I wanted the teacher to use his big cock every day... to fuck Yanyan's little pussy... oh oh... hold Yanyan and fuck her pussy... ah ah ah... so good... fuck so deep... teacher... teacher Lu... ah ah..."
She told him all her inner thoughts, the days and nights that tortured her, the throbbing that kept her awake at night, all her secret love and unattainable, in these lewd and slutty words, she told him willingly and without hesitation in the forbidden teacher-student relationship and the unguaranteed future.
Teacher Lu never thought that his good student would be so frank.
He didn't dare to imagine how to really get her, but everything was enough. He could sense that there was infinite love in the desire that they indulged in each other. The loneliness caused by the love also dissipated in the other's response. He was satisfied at this moment and just wanted to give back to her the same emotion between them that she had never seen and he had never expressed.
The girl was held on the man's lap. He sat on the chair, and just as she said and thought, he circled her with his broad arms and held her in his arms. His cock and vagina were tightly intertwined. She curled up into a small ball in his arms and was tossed up and down by him. He bit her ear and said, "From the first day I came to your house, I wanted to press you on this table and fuck you, do you know? My good student, you don't know anything..."
How could the little girl know? She thought this was a one-man show. Her brain was dizzy. The man thrust forward quickly, and his cock repeatedly poked at the opening of her cervix, as if he wanted to chisel open the center of her flower. The girl sat on his thighs, her labia pressed tightly against his balls, so deep that it was hard to breathe. Her mind was both brilliant and blank.
Her beautiful back was against the man's chest. He pinched her red breasts with one hand and twisted her nipples. He fucked her harder and harder. On the other hand, he picked up the pen from the table. His hoarse voice showed his love for her. He said, "Do you think I really want to be your teacher? Do you think I'm so punctual every day just to teach you how to draw?"
"You sit here and draw every day. As soon as you raise your hand, I see your big breasts shaking. When you drop your pen, you have to lie on the ground to pick it up. You twist your ass towards me. You can't wait for me to come to fuck you, right? Hiss... As long as I see you, the dick in my pants gets hard. This thing doesn't listen to me at all. It only listens to you. What kind of medicine did you give it? Hmm?"
"No matter how I jerk off, it doesn't work. It just wants to fuck your little cunt. Only you can make my cock so uncomfortable! Oh... slut! It's really nice to fuck this little cunt. It's so wet and sucky, and there's so much cunt juice..."
His big palm wrapped around her little hand and finished the unfinished painting. Yanyan couldn't say anything. She just listened to him talking about his impulses in her ear for so long, mixed with dirty words, teasing her even more wet. The cunt juice was like a rising tide, surging continuously, slutty and coquettish.
"Ah, ah... ah... ah... no, no... ah... ah... ah... no drug... ah... ah..." Yanyan panted violently to explain herself.
She still didn't understand. She didn't have to do anything. She just had to be here, smile at him, and say hello to him, which was already a strong aphrodisiac.
All the crooked lines were corrected under his pen. The beautiful rose watched their intense love affair. He led her trembling hands to perfect the branches and leaves of the rose stroke by stroke. The movement of his lower body slowed down a little, but the force was still cruel and rough, pounding out her sweet and abundant juice, flowing in the part where they were mating, and every movement was a gurgling sound of water.
That was a derivative of pleasure. The pink flower hole was stretched very wide, and the two fleshy lips were squeezed together pitifully. Even the slightest movement could bring about great comfort. There was a strong sense of pleasure in their bodies, flowing through their limbs. Desire dominated the behavior, and they were deeply immersed in it.
"Oh... ah... Teacher Lu... your big cock is so strong... ah... Yanyan is going to be broken... broken... so comfortable... um oh ha... huh... so good, so good... Yanyan can't take it anymore... ah um... ah ah ah... so good... my little uterus is going to be... fucked to pieces... um ah..."
Yanyan tilted her head and panted softly. She was going to be driven crazy by this excessive pleasure, both physically and psychologically. That kind of satisfaction would push her into the deep sea. The girl had never experienced such a terrible sex. She couldn't stand it after just a few fucks. Her soft cries were like the rising waves.
His pleasure was no less than hers. When he pushed her up and then sat down, her little cunt would automatically suck the cock, twisting it desperately, and she was deeply trapped in her lewd hole and couldn't extricate herself.
Maintaining the current speed, he used his strong waist to exert force, fucking hard and deep. He hugged her, gently embracing her, but also violently possessing her. He turned her red face to kiss her, and whispered to her with her cherry lips: "Wouldn't it be nice to be fucked to death by me? I'm going to break your little cunt, um... comfortable... the more I fuck, the more comfortable it is! Little bitch..."
Yanyan spit out her soft tongue and kissed him back: "Good... ah ah... um... I'm fucked to death by the teacher... so good... ah!"
He drew the last stroke, the cock hit hard, and the lewd water gushed out. At the same time, they both reached a climax.
In the intertwined panting, the man whispered: "Don't call me teacher anymore, call me husband."
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