CHAPTER 95: WILD SEX

MCB No. 12 School.

Taylor sat at the podium while the students below diligently worked on their after-class exercises. The classroom was so quiet that only the sound of students’ breathing could be heard. Taylor stared absentmindedly at the corner of the classroom, where the memory of giving Jake a blowjob surfaced in her mind. The thrill of nearly being discovered by the security uncle made her heart flutter.

Coincidentally, a boy sitting in that spot was distracted, sneakily looking around as he prepared to secretly read a novel, only to meet Teacher Taylor’s gaze. As the homeroom teacher, Taylor still carried a certain authority.

The boy felt somewhat guilty and was about to lower his head to avoid her, but unexpectedly, Teacher Taylor stared at him with a dazed smile. In that moment, the boy felt as if his heart was melting.

Teacher Taylor’s gorgeous face exuded a strong mature charm. Her tall stature and enviable figure made her the dream woman of many male teachers and students at the school.

Being a teenager in the midst of puberty, he couldn’t help but swallow hard, his heart pounding nervously as his mind began to wander.

"Teacher Taylor seems to dress even better than before. Yesterday, I saw her wearing flesh-colored stockings. Damn, if only Teacher Taylor were my mom. She’s so beautiful."

Of course, Taylor had no idea what the student was thinking, nor did she notice his expression. She was simply startled by the boy’s gaze, which interrupted the obscene scene in her mind.

Feeling ashamed of having such filthy thoughts in the sacred classroom, she shifted her beautiful eyes to admire the scenery outside the window, trying to dilute the vulgar fantasies in her head.

"Jake, what are you doing? I miss you so much."

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"Ah... Jake... harder..."

"Slap... slap..."

"Oh... slower... gentler..."

The obscene sounds of flesh colliding with flesh were endless, competing with the unrestrained moans of the beautiful woman.

One after another, the sounds grew louder, echoing from a bedroom on the first floor of a standalone Western-style house. Fortunately, it wasn’t rush hour, and there was no one around the house.

Otherwise, the increasingly high-pitched, seductive moans would surely have attracted attention.

Passing through the layers of walls on the first floor, the scene inside the guest bedroom revealed a vivid, lively, and passionate real-life erotic painting.

On the expensive wooden floor, scattered were the woman’s black lace camisole, leather pencil skirt, and the man’s shirt and trousers. On the spacious bed, the dark golden quilt, originally large enough to cover the entire surface, was now crumpled in the center.

A well-built young man leaned against two stacked pillows with a look of pure satisfaction, his arms propped on the bed. The beautiful lines of his muscles were clearly defined, his wheat-colored chest glistening with sweat, and the sheets around him noticeably darkened from moisture.

His legs were spread apart, covered in thick hair, his hips contracting like a relentless pile-driving machine, thrusting upward and downward repeatedly.

On top of his lower body sat a voluptuous, fair-skinned mature beauty.

As the man’s hips rose and fell, the beautiful woman moaned passionately, lost in ecstasy, her cries unrestrained yet elegant.

Her upper body was bare, her perfectly rounded breasts shaped like teardrops. The tips of her full peaks were adorned with two tender pink buds, surrounded by a ring of deep red areolas. Tiny bumps stood erect around the swollen nipples, complementing them perfectly.

Despite their size, her ample breasts showed no signs of sagging. Instead, they stood proudly, bouncing vigorously with every movement, sometimes alternating in a lewd rhythm.

But the beautiful woman paid no mind. Her long ponytail swayed freely as she tilted her head back, facing the ceiling. As the sky outside darkened, the room grew brighter.

The white light illuminated her intoxicated face—her half-lidded eyes, straight nose, and flushed cheeks were utterly enticing. Her slightly parted lips couldn’t stop releasing dreamy moans.

Her hands were even more active, sometimes resting on the man’s toned abdomen, moving wantonly, other times gripping her own slender waist as she struggled to lift her upper body, unwilling to stop.

The air was filled with her intoxicating fragrance and the sheen of sweat.

At the point where the beautiful woman and the man joined, the bright red blood from her virginity was gradually diluted by the continuous flow of her juices, turning darker.

After prolonged thrusting, the fluids became thick and milky, mixing with her virgin blood and leaving faint red marks on the man’s lower body.

"Sister Mina, how is it? Am I good?" Jake boasted proudly, his tone different from usual, though such details were overshadowed by the wild sex.

"You... oh... ah..." Mina vaguely heard Jake’s words but couldn’t form a coherent reply.

That damn Jake, his cock always thrust fiercely at the most critical moments, turning every attempt at a response into meaningless moans.

When she finally managed to ask Jake to slow down, it only excited him further, making him thrust even more frequently and violently than before.

The thick, dark shaft plunged in and out of Mina’s pussy relentlessly. Her delicate labia, after repeated stretching and retracting, had already swollen and reddened.

The crotch of her black panties, soaked in a mixture of sweat and her juices, had twisted into a thin black strip, fully exposing her thick, dark pubic hair. The youthful tenderness of her pussy was a perfect match for her mature allure.

Mina didn’t know how much time had passed. She only knew that during this prolonged cowgirl position, her stamina had been severely drained, but she had gradually adjusted to Jake’s inhumanly large cock. Even after all this time, Jake showed no signs of slowing down.

It was only natural—this position limited the man’s movements. Thanks to that, Jake couldn’t maintain an excessively fierce pace, alternating between fast and slow, hard and gentle. Even so, Mina quickly felt the climax approaching.

"Slap... squish... slap..."

After Jake vigorously thrust dozens of times, the pleasurable sensation piercing her soul grew stronger.

Since it was her first time, she didn’t know what an orgasm felt like. She only felt her body suddenly grow scalding hot, her limbs weak and numb, the deepest part of her core itching unbearably. The sensitivity of her outer lips and inner vaginal folds intensified several times over.

A pressing urge to pee surged through her.

"Jake... slower... I think I’m coming..."

"Really? Sister Mina, then I should go even harder." Just as Mina was on the verge of breaking, Jake delivered the final push with a few more intense thrusts.

"Oh... ah... I’m coming~" A loud moan escaped Mina’s lips, and the next moment, her body collapsed onto Jake’s chest like a broken kite.

At the same time, an even greater flood of juices than when she lost her virginity gushed out like a downpour or a breached dam. The scalding female cum poured over Jake’s cock, making him ecstatic as his urethral opening "gulped" greedily, absorbing and releasing it.

Jake held Sister Mina tightly, feeling the smooth, tender skin of her back as he savored the lingering pleasure of her orgasm, both physically and mentally. The woman’s natural fragrance, now mixed with the scent of her juices after the squirting, created a slightly erotic aura around their closely entwined bodies.