Chapter 20

He felt the streams of vaginal fluid constantly gushing out, lubricating his hot glans with a silky smoothness that sent shivers down his spine.

He took a deep breath, the air thick with tension, and thrust forward, slowly inserting his thick and long penis into the vagina of this beautiful teacher.

The sensation was almost too much to bear, and he felt himself becoming one with Jennifer’s body, his every nerve ending singing with pleasure.

As he finally completely possessed Jennifer’s body, Evan felt an overwhelming sense of triumph, as if he had conquered a treasure trove of forbidden delights.

It was so tight that Evan felt as if there were countless small mouths in Jennifer’s flesh hole sucking his penis, each sucking bringing him a feeling of ecstasy that threatened to consume him whole.

Evan kept his breathing steady, a slow and deliberate rhythm that matched the pace of his thrusts, as he slowly went deepinto Jennifer’s vagina, completing the intercourse with her.

Jennifer’s face was a picture of rapturous abandon, her mouth open wide in a silent scream of pleasure, her beautiful eyes locked onto Evan’s with an infinite passion that seemed to burn with an inner fire.

As Jennifer’s moans grew louder, Evan’s movements became faster and faster, the amplitude of his thrusts increasing with each passing moment.

Finally, after a fierce and all-consuming thrust, he felt Jennifer’s body twitch, and a stream of hot fluid gushed out of her flesh hole and poured onto Evan’s glans, a sweet and intoxicating nectar that sent him over the edge.

With a loud shout, Evan’s body convulsed, and thick semen spurted out, injecting into the depths of Jennifer’s vagina with a force that seemed to shake the very foundations of the room.

This was the moment of truth, the culmination of a fantasy that had haunted Evan for so long, and yet, as he gazed into Jennifer’s eyes, a flicker of something unreal jolted him—her image wavered, too perfect, too still.

His heart skipped a beat, not from awe, but from the sudden, sinking realization that none of it was real. He was still there, peeking at her from afar, caught in the quiet ache of a dream that refused to let him go.

Jennifer’s expression was not one of pleasure, but of shock and horror, and Evan’s eyes widened in realization as he heard her voice, shrill with fear, “Evan, what are you doing? Get out of here quickly, or I’ll call the police.”

The words cut through Evan’s euphoria like a knife, and he was suddenly jolted back to reality, his mind reeling with the implications of what he had just done.

As he stumbled backward, his eyes fixed on Jennifer’s face, he saw the fear and anger etched on her features, and he knew that he had crossed a line, a line that could never be uncrossed. He quickly closed the door and retreated, his heart heavy with shame and regret.

After Evan left, Jennifer quickly changed into her pajamas, her hands shaking with fear as she tried to calm herself down. She walked to the door with lingering fear and peeked at Evan, who was sitting on the sofa, his face a picture of panic.

She was relieved to see him, but her relief was short-lived, as she realized that Evan had actually dared to break in, and that she had almost been a victim of his desires.

As she looked at Evan, a sense of anger and betrayal washed over her, and she wondered if everything Evan had shown before was just a disguise, a clever ruse to get close to her.

She thought about all the times she had trusted him, all the times she had let her guard down, and she felt a pang of regret and sorrow.