Chapter 8

I don’t know how to face my students, nor how to face my sexual desire...

I've forgotten how I got home.

The purple stockings were covered with the milky white semen of the students. Perhaps I had attracted countless male obscene gazes on the tram on the return trip.

I got off the car and walked home in a state of loss, and was almost hit by a bicycle on the way.

I was so scared that I fell to the ground. The old man riding a bicycle cursed and secretly glanced at the legs that were spread under my short skirt. I realized that he was looking at my lower body that was not wearing underwear. The black pubic hair stimulated the old man's gaze.

He actually smiled lewdly at me, and took out his black and wrinkled penis from his shorts and played with it.

I quickly lowered my head and closed my legs and ran home quickly.

As soon as I got home, I immediately squatted behind the door and started crying. I regret why I became a promiscuous woman and did so many shameful behaviors: I actually had oral sex for the students in my class, and even fantasized about incest with my son! I shouldn't have done this, but I deliberately wear stockings every day to seduce Junjun, which makes myself a pervert and humiliate.

Is everything my fault?Is it because of my obscene thoughts or because of my lustful body?I should be a dignified female teacher, but I can’t control my lewd behavior!Do I deserve it and am born to be a sex toy for other men?

I was sobbing that I slowly sat in front of the gate and sobbed.

Only then did I feel very uncomfortable when my legs were wrapped in stockings, so I lifted up my short skirt and took off my stockings.

When I was holding stockings in my hand, I felt that the fluttering stockings were covered with male semen. The wet purple stockings turned into dark purple, which increased the weight and emitted a strong fishy smell of semen.

This strong obscene smell stimulates my senses and makes me want to sniff it and lick it: I want to bury my face and let the semen on the stockings defile my face: I want to lick my stockings and lick the semen on it into my stomach: I want to rub my labia with stockings covered with semen, so that the semen of strangers can come into contact with my honey lips.

While I was fantasizing, my body actually cooperated truthfully.When I opened my eyes, I found that my right finger had been put into my lower body through the stockings, and was thrusting in and out.

Every time I go in and out, I bring my student's semen into my vagina and mix it with my vagina to form sticky semen lines: I also hold another purple stocking in my left hand and swipe it on my nipples.

I just blamed myself for my promiscuous behavior, but now I am masturbating in front of my home.

I couldn't help but moan, and it became louder and louder, and I didn't care that the street was behind the door, and I would be heard by pedestrians on the street.

Well, AhAh Wave Wave Wave Wave Wave is so comfortable, very, very wet...AhAh Wave Wave Wave!I rubbed my labia and clitoris through the stockings, and stirred my vagina with both fingers.

My labia became congested and red, and secreted honey juice, flowing onto the purple stockings and anus: my left hand was not idle either, and I kept sweeping my nipples quickly. The erect nipples seemed to be about to break my clothes, showing to all the men on the street: I also had another long stocking in my mouth, sucking the semen on it, and secreting water while secreting it, making the already wet stockings more transparent.

No matter how I blame myself or resist, I am always a lustful woman!

Ah!Well, Wave, Wave, Wave, AhAh!Come, come!My orgasm came, and my vagina contracted violently.

My senses seemed to disappear, and my body fell from the sky as if it was floating.

The self-blame and worries in my heart seemed to no longer exist, and I only felt extremely comfortable and relaxed. What a wonderful thing to pursue orgasm and pleasure in sexual intercourse.

I came back to my senses from the afterglow of orgasm, and my whole body was still in an extremely sensitive state. As long as I was slightly stimulated, I might trigger another orgasm at any time.

I sat lazily in the entrance hall in front of my house, revealing my nipples, spreading my legs, and my labia were still flowing out of my vagina.

A pair of soaked purple stockings were scattered on my breasts and thighs. The semen on it had probably been sucked dry by my vagina and lips, and replaced by the love juice and saliva secreted by me.

I smiled, and my previous internal faults and unhappiness were wiped out.

I looked up slightly and suddenly saw a pair of feet appearing on the entrance hall. I stood alone in front of my house, facing me who was dressed in disheveled clothes and had just enjoyed masturbation and orgasm.

I was shocked and raised my head further to recognize who this is.He is actually...

Jun Jun!