My sexual relationship with my beautiful graduate student

Xiaolang is a university teacher. One of his graduate students is a female student, let's call her S. She has long legs and a nice butt, is 165cm tall, and weighs 45kg (these numbers are accurate; S told me so herself when she wasn't wearing any clothes). She has a delicate face, and while she has a pointed chin, she's not the flamboyant type. Her only flaw is her small breasts. She says they're B+, but I personally think they're B.S. She has a boyfriend she's been dating for several years, but he lives in another city. Because of this, despite her good looks, she doesn't usually get too close to other guys. Xiaolang had always had a crush on her because S was not only beautiful but also very diligent and meticulous in her work. Many other students wouldn't come after dinner, but she often worked late into the evening and was often there on weekends. Xiaolang's wife was abroad, and Xiaolang often worked overtime at work, so Xiaolang often treated S to dinner, sometimes giving her small gifts. Over time, S and Xiaolang became familiar with each other, sometimes even cracking dirty jokes. Another factor was that, since they were boss-subordinate, S was less wary of me. Sometimes Xiaolang would walk her back to the dorm at night, giving us a very romantic vibe. I'm just 35, not that old, and I have a good relationship with the students. A while ago, I went to an academic conference out of town. Originally, there were three of us: me, S, and a male student. But the male student had something urgent to do and couldn't go, so S and I went alone. I was very happy and determined to win S over. I used the excuse of running errands to arrive in the conference city. I took a taxi to a hotel near the venue, bribed the front desk, and told them they only had one king-size room available. The venue was quite remote, and besides this budget hotel, there was only one other five-star hotel, but it was quite far away. I then took a taxi back to the station to wait for S. S. came out wearing a small shirt that exposed her belly, denim hot pants, strappy high heels, and large sunglasses. I could barely stand. This girl usually dresses very modestly at school. In the summer, she usually wears a dress or T-shirt with a short skirt and sandals or slippers. Since she's quite tall, she rarely wears high heels. She really changed her personality today. I joked, "You're dressed like you're on your honeymoon." S. didn't react much; she just stuck out her tongue and smiled. I continued, "I think you're here to cause trouble. If you're dressed like this tomorrow, how are you going to give your presentation? They're all staring at you. I'll be there for everyone else's presentation, but when I'm giving my presentation, you should just stay out of the way and not steal my limelight." S was a little embarrassed and said sheepishly, "Of course not..." I smiled and didn't say anything more. I grabbed her suitcase and took her to the hotel in a taxi, planning to drop off her luggage there and then check in that afternoon. At the hotel, everything went as planned, no problem. The front desk clerk told me they only had one king-size bed. S looked a little embarrassed, probably wondering what a coincidence it was, but she was clearly hesitant and didn't openly discuss going elsewhere. Of course, I couldn't rush things, so I immediately followed the plan, making a reservation for S, leaving her luggage in the room, and calling a five-star hotel to book a room. It was already past noon, so I quickly made plans for lunch, reported to the venue, and walked around campus. It was almost afternoon. S was usually out pretty late, so I was a bit excited. I planned a trip downtown for shopping and dinner, and it was past 8:00. At that moment, the phone rang (actually, it was the alarm I had set earlier). After some pretentiousness, I told S, "The XX Hotel (a five-star hotel) said they can't hold my room. It's a bit late. They didn't answer the 6:30 call just now. I had so much fun, and now they don't have any rooms available." S asked, "What do I do then?" I said, "Hurry back. I'll hang out there for a bit. If that doesn't work, we'll just go to an internet cafe. We used to do that back when we were in school." S quickly said, "I was the one who went to the internet cafe, so how can I let the boss get into trouble?" I said, "That's reasonable, but you're dressed like that today, and even a decent man like me can't stand it. You went to the internet cafe and got taken advantage of, and then you come back and blame me." S was shy again, then thought for a moment and said, "Why don't we both stay in that room? Our luggage's over there anyway. Even if I'm saving you money, you can use the savings to treat me to some Haagen-Dazs. We can play for a while longer." I glanced at S and said, "Don't try to get me. I'm married." S smiled and hit me, then eagerly tugged on my sleeve, asking me to go eat. We played until after 11:00 that day before returning home. Back at the hotel, we double-checked the reports (both of us did the reports on the first day), then showered and went to bed. S showered first and emerged wearing a loose white T-shirt with no bra. Her nipples were exposed, and her panties were hidden beneath the T-shirt, revealing her long, straight, white legs. I couldn't resist it then, and I got hard instantly. I had changed into loose shorts, so my little climax was immediately visible, and S must have seen it too. I deliberately didn't hide it and exaggeratedly looked all over her, which made S very embarrassed. I feigned composure and said, "It's been a while since I've used it. You're a real crowd pleaser. Just take a shower and you'll be fine." S was stunned for a moment, her face a little red. I didn't say much and went straight to the shower. When I came out, S was already sitting in bed, leaning against the headboard, reading her speech. We took out the two sets of blankets the hotel had provided, one for each of us. I said, "Go to bed early so you can do your presentation well tomorrow." Then I pulled out my speech, pulled up S's blanket, tucked her in, touched her forehead, and turned off the light. As I turned off the light, I glanced at S. Her face was adorably red. I was sure she'd noticed the huge tent in the front of my underwear. I almost pounced on her, but I managed to hold myself back. I slept peacefully all night. I thought carefully. S still had two years until graduation, and we still had a long time to spend together. If I rushed things, I'd be fine, but her trust in me wouldn't be compromised, and I didn't know what problems might arise later. Given the groundwork laid, I believed S's trust in me was very strong, and she clearly had a good impression of me. So my plan was to let things unfold naturally and avoid being too impulsive. The five-day meeting officially started tomorrow, so there was plenty of time to plan. The report on the second day went well. To my surprise, S had prepared a beautiful outfit: a black blazer and short skirt, paired with a pale pink blouse, flesh-colored stockings, black high heels, and a pair of plain glasses. She looked very intellectual and presentable, not at all nervous. After the afternoon meeting, I complimented her profusely, and she was delighted. I suggested we go out to celebrate in the evening, and she was delighted. I took her to a bar downtown. I chose a lively place. S is usually quite quiet, and I felt a lively bar would bring out her inner emotional side. She was a bit reserved at first, but after a few drinks, she perked up. She told me it was her second time at a place like this. She'd been there once before with classmates and found it too noisy and uninspiring. But this time, she was clearly more relaxed. After a few more drinks, we headed down to the dance floor. She didn't dance much, but she had a nice figure, and her casual movements were quite captivating. We hung out until a little after 11:00 PM and took a taxi back to the hotel. She was getting tipsy the whole way, leaning on my shoulder, and I took the opportunity to hold her hand tightly. When we entered the room, her face was still flushed. As the door closed, we locked eyes, and I felt the moment was right, so I kissed her. She responded passionately, and we kissed for a full five minutes in the doorway. We started with a French kiss, then I kissed her cheek and her white neck. Her breathing grew heavier. I kissed her earlobe, and she began to tremble slightly. When I tried to insert the tip of my tongue into her ear hole, she finally couldn't help but moan. Unable to resist any longer, I unhooked her skirt. She wrapped her arms around my neck and, instead of resisting, wiggled her legs and waist, letting the skirt slide down her legs to the floor. As I kissed her neck, I slipped my hands under her shirt and gently massaged her slender waist. S's moans intensified. My hands slipped into her pantyhose, kneading her firm, soft hips. Her legs began to twist restlessly, unsure whether to respond or resist. But as my index finger slid along the edge of her panties and neared her secret garden, her whole body suddenly twitched, and a short, melodious sound emanated from the depths of her throat. My finger told her her garden was ready for my invasion, so I picked her up and walked into the room. I gently laid S on the bed, her arms still wrapped around my neck. I kissed her lips again, and she responded even more passionately, sucking my tongue hard, as if she wanted to suck it whole. My hands were free, and I unbuckled my belt. We kissed as I slipped off my pants. I then pushed S's arms apart and placed her hands above her head. S's eyes were slightly closed, her cheeks flushed, and her lips trembled slightly. Her upper body was still neatly dressed, even her glasses, but below, without the protection of her miniskirt, her long, slender legs, tightly embraced by flesh-colored pantyhose, were shyly pressed together, rubbing slightly. I'm a leg-obsessed person, and I like S largely because of her beautiful legs. I've noticed S's calves before; they're well-shaped, with calves that don't appear much thicker than their slender ankles. Whenever she wears a skirt, I can't help but sneak a few more glances. This was the first time I fully appreciated her legs. They were very long. I haven't measured their exact length, but the overall visual proportions were very pleasant. The curve of her thighs was as symmetrical and slender as her calves. At the end of her legs was a pair of white, pure cotton panties, framed by pantyhose. My first thought was, "These legs, with these stockings, would be perfect if I paired them with some sheer, lace panties." Of course, this was a fantasy I'd long harbored in my heart, and it eventually came true, but that's another story. My second thought was that I couldn't hold it any longer. I hooked the sides of her pantyhose from her waist and, along with the panties, pulled them off her body to her knees. Removing this last line of defense, the sensation was astonishing. First, the skin on her legs was beautiful. Second, the hair above her secret garden was sparse and light in color. Third, there was a noticeable water stain on her panties, which further excited me. It was so wet from just this teasing, proving that my lovely pussy was still quite sensitive. I removed the pantyhose and panties from one leg, leaving the other leg partially covered in stockings, the panties hanging around her tiny ankle. I lifted S's long legs, grasped her ankles, and slowly entered her. (I didn't forcefully penetrate her because I suspected S and her boyfriend had limited sexual experience, so a gentle and delicate approach might be more effective. Later conversations proved my suspicion correct, so I guess I was lucky.) As I entered, S let out a cat-like cry, her entire body tensing, her legs straight. After I fully penetrated her, I didn't rush in. Instead, I gently called her name, urging her to relax. I waited until her body softened before slowly beginning to thrust in and out. S's vagina was warm and tight, indicating it hadn't been overly developed. Of course, her lack of strong reaction to my movements suggested she'd had plenty of sex with her boyfriend. Her sensitive nature also provided ample lubrication for our intercourse. I tried a gentle, three-shallow-one-deep penetration pattern, gently assaulting S. With each deeper thrust, S couldn't help but let out a lovely moan (later, after I'd fully developed her, she claimed she was deliberately cooperating and moaning for me, but I think she was just trying to make excuses). But after just two minutes of this, I realized I'd made a mistake. Because S's vagina was tight, the three shallow penetrations didn't stimulate her much, but it did for me just as much. Furthermore, I kept holding her ankles, forcing her legs to bend slightly, allowing me to admire her beautiful legs during sex. S's legs were clearly a notch above my wife's, and they were my allure. As for the speed of my thrusts, I used the same pace I usually use with my wife. After not having sex for a while, the pleasure this method brought me made it difficult to sustain for long. If I continued like this, I might not have time to pull out and ejaculate inside her, which could have had serious consequences. Faced with this situation, I had no choice but to persevere. So I changed my approach, slowing down my pace while increasing the range of my thrusts. With each withdrawal, I tried to reach the entrance of S's vagina, and with each thrust, I made sure to penetrate as far as possible. With each deep penetration, S couldn't help but let out a lovely sound, but the frequency of my thrusts increased. As I thrust in and out, S's body gradually began to involuntarily coordinate with my movements. Each time I was about to penetrate deeply, her waist would lift slightly, her body contracting slightly, the movement gradually increasing. Her legs, already lifted by me, would involuntarily bend slightly. As I felt the warmth radiating from S's lower body, I watched her white, tender feet sway rhythmically before my eyes. I couldn't help but lick the space between her stocking-clad toes. This sudden stimulation was clearly beyond S's expectations. She gasped, her entire body trembling violently, her legs simultaneously arching. Her violent reaction almost made me surrender. I cursed myself for not being well prepared and quickly withdrew from S's body. I pulled out a little too quickly, and S shuddered again. Before she could react, I held her waist, leaned in, and whispered in her ear, "Let's do it from behind." S was stunned for a moment, then narrowed her eyes and smiled at me, offering no objection. Later, I learned that she and her boyfriend rarely used doggy style because she found it...shy...and a strange idea, but that's what she told me... I gently turned her over and helped her into position. Her body limply cooperated with my movements. I smoothly removed her jacket, shirt, and white bra. Her head was lowered, making it difficult to see her expression, but I could see the side of her face. The blush had spread to her ears, and her entire cheeks were a shade of shyness. I calmed myself and slowly pushed into S again. She tried to move back, but my hands held her waist, and thrusting from behind gave me even greater visual stimulation. First, her hair was tied up in a bun at the back of her head, exposing her entire neck. Like her legs, her neck was long and slender, and very fair. Her shoulders were softly defined. She rested her hands on the bed, and I held her waist with both hands, causing her entire back to arch back. From this angle, her shoulder blades were extremely sexy. Continuing down, at her waist, her curves quickly converged, then rapidly expanded, forming a plump, rounded butt that reminded me of the word "peach buttocks." As I said, I'm a leg fan. I don't know how other leg fans might be interested in butts, but I personally prefer buttocks to breasts. That's why S is so attractive to me. Although S's face is nice, she's only an average beauty, delicate and delicate. Her breasts would be above 80, but not quite 85. Her breasts are decent, not particularly prominent, but her legs are truly stunning. Before I even saw her naked, I'd give her a 90. It wasn't just her calves. In autumn, when she wore jeans, the curves of her hips were clearly visible. But after seeing her naked, I'd give it a 95. Not only were her buttocks curvy, but her skin was also beautiful, without any bumps or bumps. Moreover, her buttocks were naturally perky, not the kind that was forced up by pants. I held S's waist and thrust deeply and slowly for less than half a minute before releasing her waist and moving on to her buttocks. I gripped S's snow-white buttocks with both hands, kneading them in circular motions as I thrusted in and out. Each deep thrust stretched her buttocks wide, stretching her vagina and anus slightly. S's moans grew softer and longer. My thrusts grew slower and slower, but every time I neared the deep end, I thrust hard, colliding my belly and thighs against S's beautiful buttocks and legs. This impact slowed my ejaculation, and for S, each thrust was a thrill. But no matter how I maneuvered, the long-unreleased libido couldn't hold out for long under the onslaught of S's graceful figure and warm vagina. I regretted my impatience and foregoing condoms. I had them ready; they were in my computer bag: a set of threaded and a set of extra-smooth condoms—two sets... but I didn't use them... I seized the last moment, leaned over, and continued to penetrate S, whispering into her reddened ears, "You're going to give me the win, you little devil! I didn't expect you to be so powerful! I can't hold back any longer." Although I had to surrender so soon, I couldn't afford to lose face, so I asked while slightly increasing the force and frequency of my thrusts. The effect was noticeable. S's response consisted solely of discrete, trembling phrases: "Don't cum...cum inside..." "So where do you think the teacher should cum?" This is the tone I often use when discussing issues with her. I often ask her in a stimulating way, "So what do you think I should do?" Sometimes she gives me a satisfactory answer, but other times I need to correct her. I deliberately emphasized the term "teacher." I don't know what she thought, but my pleasure was increasing. S remained silent, and I had to stop moving to avoid an immediate explosion. Then, as gently as I could, I said, "Tell me what part of your body you find most beautiful, and I'll cum there. Hurry, I can't hold it any longer. Do you want me to cum inside you?" S was silent for two seconds, then hummed in a mosquito-like voice, "Legs..." I deliberately asked again, "What did you say? I didn't hear you clearly. I'm about to cum, tell me..." S's voice rose a little, "Legs." I happily replied, "Yeah, I think your legs are the most beautiful too." I thrust vigorously several times, finally pulling out my weapon before the explosion. S shuddered as I pulled out, then quietly let me ejaculate inside her. This time, the semen was substantial, cascading down her thighs and down her calves before I finished. My ejaculation lasted about ten seconds. Afterward, I didn't rush to clean S up. Instead, I supported her waist and hips, letting her lie facedown on the bed. I lay beside her, my right hand gently caressing her shoulders, neck, and back. We lay there in silence, neither of us speaking. After a long moment, I leaned over and said, "Although we... that... I won't help you write your graduation thesis..." S couldn't help but chuckle. She turned to look at me, pouting and saying, "Bad teacher!" But a smile played in her eyes. She took my left arm, gently kissed the back of it, and buried her head in the crook of my arm, seemingly exhausted. S's words almost instantly revived my energy. Speaking of which, my wife and I can only have sex once a night now. I originally thought it was due to my age, but now S's youthful body has reawakened a long-dormant feeling in me. A thought flashed through my mind: I can't just let this little babe go. She hasn't even reached her climax yet, and if we end it like this, my performance will be completely lackluster. If this doesn't happen the first time, my future progress will definitely be affected. Thinking of this, I pulled my arms free, turned S's naked body over, and carried her sideways off the bed. S's arms cooperated, wrapping around my neck, her eyes fixed on me with the look of a lover. I carried her into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and let down her long, bunged hair, preparing to bathe. I tested the water temperature and began to rinse the semen off her legs. She stood quietly, letting my hands caress her legs. When S stood, the curves of her legs were even more striking. Many women with beautiful legs, despite their long and slender legs, often have an unnatural transition at the knees. This is very noticeable when viewed from the side. In more severe cases, the curve between the knee and calf is concave. It's barely noticeable when she's lying in bed, with her legs naturally bent, but it becomes noticeable when she stands at attention. S's knees and calves transition naturally, so even when she stands, her calves appear straight, and there's no roughness at the knees. She truly lives up to the definition of pencil-legged legs. S stood with her legs together, pressed tightly together. I remembered a rumor that says you can observe a woman's thighs when she stands to see if they fit together. If there's a gap, she's not a virgin. If this is true, then S is definitely a virgin. I couldn't help but squat behind S and insert my palm between her legs. She barely moved her upper body, but I could feel her ankles loosen up a bit, allowing my palm to reach between her legs without any hindrance. I held the showerhead in one hand, swishing over her buttocks, the water running down her hips. With my other hand, I slowly moved up between her straight thighs. As my palm moved upward, I could clearly feel S's relaxed muscles slowly hardening, and my tool also gradually hardened. My palm finally reached its target. I didn't strike it directly, but gently rubbed the base of S's thighs, occasionally, intentionally or unintentionally, brushing against the shallow groove outside her labia. This caused her body to tremble slightly, and her legs unconsciously parted a distance that was difficult to discern with the naked eye. This teasing lasted for about five minutes, the frequency of the attacks on S's sensitive areas increasing, and the impact point getting closer and closer to the target. Although she was still standing straight, S's legs had already unconsciously spread a certain distance apart. One hand was placed on the opposite wall, and the other moved from her side to the middle of her buttocks. As I thrust forward, her slender fingers rose slightly, but she did not resist. Finally, my middle finger slid across her vagina from front to back, and the smooth feeling from my fingertips told me what her body was thinking. S couldn't hold back any longer and cried out, simultaneously bending over and grasping my hand from the front. S turned her head, resisting the aftermath of the pleasure, and uttered her first "No..." to me tonight. But didn't she think it was too late to say such things now? Of course, as an upright prostitute, I wouldn't force anyone. I stood up, hung the shower head on the wall, and hugged S from behind. My tool was already hard. Although I was taller than S, her legs were significantly longer than mine, so about a third of it was wedged between her buttocks. But I didn't continue, simply keeping it pressed against her back, quietly waiting. The warm water flowed down from where her back met my chest. I wrapped my arms around S's waist, my hands pressed against her flat belly, gently massaging it. Gradually, S relaxed again, her hands resting on my forearms. I kissed S's neck from behind, my tongue swirling around it, slowly ascending, and taking her earlobe in my mouth. S hummed in pleasure. After a moment, my tongue traced the base of her ear and then moved down again, brushing against her cheek. S responded by turning her head back, opening her mouth, and joining my tongue once again in a deep kiss. Under the hot water, S's body felt delicate and smooth. My hands once again restlessly explored her lower body, moving down her abdomen. My fingers gently massaged her groin, occasionally applying a little pressure before quickly returning to their original intensity. Slowly, as we kissed passionately, S's breathing became more rapid. As before, my fingers drew closer and closer to S's vagina, and her reaction grew stronger. As her breathing grew heavier, her hands, resting on my arms, gradually tightened their grip on my forearms. This time, I didn't attack her tender flesh directly. Instead, my right hand reached down and completely enveloped her garden. The hot water flowed down my arm, warming S's sensitive area. My right hand gently rubbed her private parts in circles. S's legs couldn't help but close, but this resistance didn't pose any difficulty for me. My tongue swirled freely in her mouth. My left hand wrapped around her waist, and she grasped both hands on my left arm, as if this was the only way to maintain her balance. S's legs twisted restlessly, her heels occasionally tapping lightly on my insteps. As my right hand massaged her, my two fingers slowly dug into her vagina. S's throat uttered an unidentified sound, a protest, a response. Her right hand pressed against the back of my hand, but the waves of pleasure left her powerless to resist, or perhaps she couldn't bear to continue. Finally, my fingers sank into the tender pink opening, and surrounded by the tender flesh, she gazed around with pleasure. S's legs tensed, clamping around my right hand. But no matter how tense, her pussy remained tender and soft. My fingers stirred rhythmically, exploring, feeling the warmth and wetness. My fingers were restrained, not going too deep. As the saying goes, haste makes waste; excessive stimulation often results in less than optimal results. S's lower body tensed, but the strength of her upper body weakened, and the sounds emanating from her throat became increasingly alluring. Our tongues remained entangled, but S's weight slowly fell onto my chest. S's reaction intensified. Finally, under my onslaught, she let out a muffled moan. Her right hand pressed tightly against mine, her body tensing, then softening. I pulled my tongue out of S's mouth, turned her body, and embraced her waist from the front. S's face flushed red again, and she lowered her head slightly, looking at my chest. I turned off the shower, lowered myself, and rested my forehead against S's. I gazed at her alluring body and gently stroked her long hair. She paused for a few seconds, then raised her arm and gently pounded my chest, cursing, "Bad teacher..." This scolding was more of a tease than a rebuke. I smiled and said to S, "That's nothing! This isn't over yet. There's worse to come. Be prepared." S raised her head and was about to protest, but my hand had already covered her mouth. Her expression shifted from panic to shyness. I grabbed a nearby bath towel, casually wrapped it around S, picked her up again, and walked over to the bed. I carried S slowly towards the large bed. This time, S didn't drop her head. Instead, she hugged my neck, her wandering eyes gently examining my shoulders and neck. Occasionally, her gaze would rise to mine, meeting my gaze for a fleeting moment before frantically darting away, leaving behind a hint of playfulness and shyness. I gently laid her on the bed, her upper body resting against the headboard, and then lay down beside her. Gently removing the towel from S's body, her alluring form was exposed. Her snow-white skin, fresh from the bath, was a faint blush, as fresh and tender as a baby's. My gaze followed S's face downward, passing over her slender shoulders and her white chest, resting on her lovely breasts. Like the rest of her skin, S's breasts were as white, tender, and smooth as the rest of her body. They were distinctive, not large, but perky, with a smooth, firm upper portion and a round, flowing lower portion. Two small buds, a shade between pink and brown, perched on the peaks, awaiting the caress of their lover. I gently caressed her breasts with one hand, kneading and playing with them, and held her right hand with the other. "Look at me," I said to S. She withdrew her wandering gaze and looked at me. I leaned in and gently kissed her lips. Then, I leaned down and took the jewel atop her peak, now no longer under my control, into my mouth. My tongue slid across the slightly rough nipple, and S took a deep breath. The warmth enveloped her nipple, and S quickly tilted her head upward, ready for more intimacy. I slowed my movements, and S's breathing gradually slowed. However, two fingers gently kneaded her other nipple, causing her smooth breasts to rise and fall faster. My two fingers touched and then slipped away from the nipple, but a moment later, my teeth gently bit it, and S's mood, which had just begun to calm down, was lifted up again. After repeated this process several times, S's two nipples had successfully evolved into two erect little strawberries, dotting her snow-white, upright mound. S's knees began to heave restlessly, and her right hand unconsciously tightened its grip. I raised my head, my gaze meeting S's. She bit her lower lip lightly with her teeth, a hint of anxiety in her eyes. I rose and lay prone over S's body. Taking both of her hands, I gestured for her to press her palms together, interlocking our fingers. It felt as if I could feel each other's heartbeats through our pressed palms, and the clasped fingers brought us even closer. I smiled at her, burying my head between her breasts. I leaned down, slowly kissing her upper abdomen, waist, and lower abdomen... As my lips approached S's intimate area, she finally realized what I was doing. Her breathing quickened, and her legs, held apart by me, tensed. She instinctively tried to close them, but my grip held her long, white thighs outward, leaving her beautiful vagina exposed to me. Dewdrops still glistened on the delicate pink petals. Sensing S's uneasiness, I looked up, soothing her as gently as I could: "Baby, you're so beautiful." I kissed the back of her hand and continued, "Relax, baby, relax, okay?" I stared at S. She looked at me, her eyes a little flustered, as if trying to stop me from moving, yet also with a hint of anticipation. I gently squeezed her hands, encouraging her to relax while kissing her inner thighs. S's legs slowly relaxed, the panic in her eyes fading, her gaze once again wandering. I lowered my head, gently tracing the tip of my tongue between the petals. S's waist suddenly arched, and a long moan escaped her lips. The long moan was like a battlefield horn, announcing the official start of the battle. My attack began from the outside of the petals, my tongue parting them and teasing the trenches hidden by them. In the previous skirmish, the dirt within the folds had been swept clean, but a faint fishy smell, like lingering gunpowder, irritated the attackers. The distant, muffled groans of fairies, like intermittent drumbeats, guided the attackers. Under the attackers' measured assaults, the battlefield subtly shifted. The delicate petals, once tightly closed, reluctantly parted under the attackers' caress, revealing the pink cave beneath. This would be the center of the battlefield, where the real fighting would begin. The cave, gradually oozing sweet and sour nectar, silently beckoned the attackers, inviting them to bravely explore the precious treasure within. The tongue's sweep extended from the outer trenches to the entire battlefield, picking up a smattering of nectar with each pass. At these moments, a numbing war song echoed from afar, spurring the attackers on to a more intense assault. And the irresistibly enchanting cave would ooze even more nectar, beckoning the attackers to come and claim it. The attackers were in no hurry to advance. After carefully sweeping the battlefield dozens of times, the brave warriors bypassed the delicate pink hole and headed upward, swooping down towards a small patch of high ground on the battlefield. There, the enemy's secrets lay hidden. Occupying the high ground would accelerate the enemy's collapse. By the time the attackers reached the plateau, the pink little bud, hidden beneath its delicate protective membrane, had already bravely peeked out. The flames of battle in the lower reaches had awakened this adorable creature. Its appearance instantly captured the attackers' attention. Their attack, gentle as a warm spring breeze, swept over the little bud, and the alluring elf let out a long, trembling song. The entire battlefield trembled, and the delicate pink hole seemed to vibrate, oozing even more nectar. The attacker, in a show of defiance, repeatedly and lightly brushed against the pink bud. The teasing assault seemed to infuriate the pink bud, half of its body protruding from its delicate protective membrane. No longer as delicate as it had been when it first emerged, it struggled to stand upright in response to the rude attacker. But this action only hastened the complete collapse of its defensive power. Before the pink bud could fully stand upright, it was completely surrounded by the attackers, trapped in a warm, moist, dark place. Attacks against the bud erupted instantly, coming from all directions. Each blow was gentle, yet each one nearly melted the bud. The attacker had mercilessly torn away the delicate protective membrane, exposing the bud to the attacker's barrage. A feeling of pleasure washed over the bud, spreading from its soles to every corner of the battlefield. The alluring fairy's numbing song grew longer and more ecstatic as the little bud was captured, signaling that the defenders could no longer withstand their powerful resistance and that total collapse was only a matter of time. However, the vicious attackers showed no sign of rushing into battle. They knew that the longer the enemy held out, the more drastic their collapse would be, and the longer the battle dragged on, the more complete their ultimate conquest would be. The battle continued, the pink little bud enduring an increasingly intense assault. Initially gentle caresses, the assault gradually evolved into repeated pounding and even rough squeezing. The cave at the center of the battlefield vibrated incessantly, revealing more and more pink, while sweet and sour nectar continuously flowed out, gleaming with lustful light. The nectar finally gathered into a shallow, warm stream, escaping the battlefield along the valley below. The attackers finally abandoned their assault on the little bud and turned to the fully exposed pink cave. The fairy let out a high-pitched moan, and the full-scale attack finally began. The tip of my tongue invaded the moist hole without any hindrance, and the rough tongue coating scraped across the pink tender flesh. The strong stimulation made S's legs suddenly tense, and the slender jade feet on my back also bent. Her hands instinctively wanted to break free from my control, but her tightly clasped fingers made her attempt come to nothing, so S could only hold my hands more tightly, as if begging for mercy, and as if welcoming my stronger invasion. The battle continued, the pink clitoris enduring an increasingly intense assault. Initially gentle caressing, it gradually escalated into repeated pounding and even rough squeezing. The cave at the center of the battlefield vibrated incessantly, revealing more and more pink, while sweet, sour nectar continuously gushed out, shimmering with lustful light. The nectar finally gathered into a shallow, warm stream, escaping the battlefield along the valley below. The attackers finally gave up their assault on the clitoris and turned to the fully exposed pink cave. The fairy let out a high-pitched moan, and the full-scale attack finally began. My tongue tip penetrated the moist opening unhindered, the rough coating scraping across the pink tender flesh. The intense stimulation caused S's legs to tense suddenly, and her delicate feet resting on my back buckled. Her hands instinctively tried to break free from my grasp, but her tightly clasped fingers thwarted her attempts. S could only hold my hands even tighter, as if begging for mercy, but also as if welcoming my more intense invasion. My tongue tip roamed between her vagina and her clitoris, sometimes digging deep into the hole, drawing out a puddle of honey, sometimes skimming across the tip, causing a wave of vibrations. Like the honey oozing from her vagina, S's moans gathered like scattered dewdrops, then slowly evolved into a sporadic stream, slowly evolving into a gentle river, carrying her helpless pleasure. Her slender, yet soft, thighs began to tremble and spasm involuntarily. With my arms blocking her, S's arms and legs were completely unable to affect the flow of the action. Waves of pleasure washed over S like a warm stream from a showerhead, and my tongue, constantly entering and exiting her most intimate parts, was like an irresistible hand, slowly increasing the showerhead's flow and temperature. The torrent of pleasure washed over S's private parts, spreading to every corner of her body. It slowly accumulated within her, gradually forming small puddles that then merged into one. Finally, the warm current of pleasure converged into a pool of warm water, completely enveloping S. S's naked body was overwhelmed by the pleasure, and her sensual singing reached its peak, along with her slender waist. S's feet had already slipped off my back, her slender calves and white, tender feet stretched into two straight lines, as if she were wearing 15-centimeter high heels. Only her toes and a small part of the forefoot were supported on the white sheets. Driven by her waist and supported by her beautiful legs, S's hips excitedly broke free from the constraints of gravity, dangling in the air. It seemed to be unwillingly urging her still-breathing, tender little pussy to actively respond to the departing invader, and as if to seek credit, it offered the invader a clearer view of its muddy, muddy vagina. The song of lust abruptly ended after reaching its climax, and S's utterly seductive figure froze at its peak with the song. After a brief two or three seconds, as if her bones had been pulled out, S's body reluctantly fell from its peak, landing gently on the bedsheets... After her orgasm, S seemed to have lost all her strength. Her breathing slowly became long and steady, and her breasts rose and fell rhythmically. I lifted myself from beneath her crotch, gazing lovingly at this beautiful and voluptuous schoolgirl. S gazed at me with half-lidded eyes, a gentle smile on her face. The intense pleasure of her orgasm washed away her shyness and reserve like a tidal wave. Driven by the lure of sexual pleasure, S's trust and dependence on me soared. From her eyes, I could already read the emotions she was trying to convey. She was no longer content to be just my student. Our intimacy was no longer limited to verbal and eye contact. The physical connection had completely abandoned her defenses against me, her body open to me. Our unrestrained, illicit sexual intercourse had only deepened our connection. From then on, S was my secret lover, my partner, and a graduate student in sex education. S's arms lazily slid around my neck, and I responded with a gentle kiss. S's eyes were filled with contentment and pleasure. While I appeared calm, I was actually ecstatic. As I'd expected, S's boyfriend wasn't very experienced in sex, so after such an orgasm, S's expression was so content and relaxed. S still has a lot of room for improvement, but today, my problems haven't been solved yet. The ammunition in my gun barrel is still enough for a decisive battle. As the saying goes, "It's better to pursue the enemy with your remaining courage." With such a good atmosphere and conditions today, if I just let her go, wouldn't that be a waste of natural resources? My evil plan was already set, so I feigned concern and asked S, "How do you feel?" S blushed but didn't answer, only looking at me with a smile. I pressed my forehead against hers, noses touching, and pressed, "Are you comfortable?" S smiled faintly and nodded gently. I continued, "Can we do it again?" S smiled and shook her head. "But Teacher still wants it, wants you. What should I do?" S's face flushed even more, and she tightened her arms around me, humming in a very low voice, "I'm out of strength." I paused, leaned close, and whispered in her ear, "Just lie still. I'll make you feel even better." S was ultimately embarrassed and tried to turn her head away, just as I reached out my tongue to lick her ear piercing. She was ticklish and shrank back playfully. I cradled her head in my arms, staring into her eyes, and gently asked, "Is that okay?" S stared back at me lovingly. Our eyes met for a long moment before she nodded ever so slightly. I excitedly rushed out of bed. S watched in astonishment as I pulled the prepared condoms from my laptop bag (I hesitated, choosing the extra-smooth ones). A strange smile crossed her face. "You..." Before she could utter the next word, I blocked her lips with my mouth. She simply clung to my neck, sucking in my saliva and her own love juices. As I kissed her, I helped my little brother put on his raincoat. Then my hands slid down from her armpits to her waist. My legs domineeringly pushed her beautiful legs apart, and my long-awaited cock penetrated S's muddy secret garden without any hindrance. The feeling of fullness made S moan sweetly once again. S's vagina was still tight, but the abundant fluid left inside had made it incredibly lubricated, making my thrusts much smoother than the first time. With each thrust, I continued to push deeper and deeper. Having already ejaculated, I no longer had to worry about not being able to hold out for long like before, so I increased the frequency and speed of my thrusts. S, on the other hand, had become even more sensitive after two orgasms. It wasn't long before S's moans became more intense once again. My cock raced relentlessly within S's body. Having been unable to engage in the previous two battles, it had already become as hard as steel. Now, surrounded by the warm tender flesh, it was even more aroused. Veins bulged from its shaft like a ferocious dragon, scraping vigorously against the tender flesh of S's vagina, giving her intense stimulation. A tingling sensation filled her vagina, like ants slowly crawling from her insides throughout her body. S's strength had been drained by the previous two orgasms. Her arms limply wrapped around my neck. S had relinquished control of her body, her body completely controlled by instinct, enduring my unbridled assault. In this moment, she cast aside her reserve and shyness, feeling and absorbing the waves of pleasure from her lower body. S's eyes were already hazy, a mist filling them, her gaze piercing through it. Her lips fell on my face, and our eyes met. Lust and love converged, passed, and fused in our gazes. Feeling S's trust and encouragement, I thrust harder into the girl beneath me. The girl's pussy gushed with more and more juice, and my cock moved more and more freely. Every time I pulled out, a puddle of juice escaped; every time I thrust in, my thighs slammed hard against S's voluptuous buttocks. The cum-filled pussy slurped with lewd sounds as I thrust in and out, the juices churning into a milky, voluptuous paste. The pleasure grew more intense, from the initial ripples to the waves of a river, slapping against the depths of S's vagina. Waves of pleasure washed over her, battering her twice-broken defenses and impacting my own lower body. I could almost feel my penis slowly growing larger, and the tingling sensation at the glans grew stronger. S's eyes grew increasingly hazy, and her melodious moans became strange. A surge of heat rose from my lower abdomen, quickly rushing to the tip of my penis. I could no longer hold back. The unstoppable pleasure surged into my body like a flood. I seized the final moment, pounding furiously into the girl beneath me. The ecstasy of ejaculation nearly made me lose control of my body. I struggled to control the throbbing pleasure and continued thrusting. Suddenly, S let out a sob-like moan, her body tensing, her long thighs tightly gripping my waist, her entire body trembling slightly. Her vagina contracted violently, as if trying to squeeze my penis out of her. I gripped her waist and thrust my still-softened penis deep into her. The intense contractions of her vagina instantly aroused my desire to ejaculate again, as if this little mouth was trying to drain every last drop of essence from me. The pleasure was intense and complete, and I felt completely drained. I leaned over and embraced S, who was overwhelmed with joy. After a brief moment of loss of control, she summoned the last of her strength and clung to me tightly. We held each other tightly, quietly feeling the thrill of bliss. S's head pressed tightly against my shoulder. A strange sound emanated from her throat again, and with it, her shoulders began to twitch rhythmically. The sound grew louder and clearer, and I finally realized it was S's sobs. Her sobs grew louder, slowly turning into sobs, and finally she sobbed into my shoulder. I didn't fully understand why she was crying, but I knew our sexual relationship would continue. Her emotions infected me, and I felt an inexplicable pang of sadness. I didn't know what to say, so I just held the naked girl tighter. And so, our bodies, tightly embraced, fell into a deep sleep, my penis still entwined in S's vagina, neither of us willing to leave. My head was still groggy when the alarm woke me. S was lying on her side, resting her head on my arm, her hands on my shoulders, her nose slightly twitching, clearly sound asleep. My penis had long since slipped out of S's vagina, but my thighs were still wrapped around her slightly curved legs. I felt the comfort of S's smooth, warm skin, and looking at her naked body in my arms, I felt a sense of accomplishment and excitement...