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.
No, she couldn't let Evan go like this. Tomorrow, she would go to school and tell Lindsay about Evan peeping at her, and ask Lindsay to warn him. She couldn't let Evan think that he could get away with this, that he could just waltz into her house and do whatever he pleased. But for now, she had to calm Evan down, to talk to him and try to understand what had driven him to do such a thing.
As she stood there, her heart heavy with emotion, Jennifer knew that she had to be strong, to confront Evan and make him understand the gravity of his actions.
She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the confrontation that was to come, and walked towards Evan, her eyes locked onto his, a fierce determination burning within her.
It was a moment of awkwardness that hung in the air like a challenge, as Jennifer finally emerged from the bedroom, her expression a mix of surprise and curiosity.
Evan, sensing an opportunity to rectify the situation, sprang to his feet from the sofa, his eyes wide with a panicked intensity. "Mrs. Jennifer, I really didn't want to peek at you," he exclaimed, his words tumbling out in a rush. "I just saw that it was too late, so I wanted to say something to you. I didn't expect your door was not locked, and I thought you had changed your clothes."
As he spoke, Evan's mind flashed back to the lewd scene that had unfolded mere moments before. The memory of Jennifer's big white ass, exposed and unapologetic, sent a jolt of electricity through his body, leaving him breathless and unable to continue.
The image lingered in his mind, refusing to be erased, and he felt his face grow hot with embarrassment.
Jennifer, however, was not as quick to judge. She stood frozen, her eyes locked on Evan's anguished face, and suddenly, a wave of realization washed over her.
Perhaps, she thought, she had misinterpreted the situation entirely. It was she who had invited Evan to her home, she who had been careless and left the door unlocked, and she who had forgotten the time while examining her breasts in front of the mirror.
As the truth dawned on her, Jennifer's anger began to dissipate, replaced by a growing sense of guilt. She felt a twinge of regret for her earlier behavior, and her expression softened as she gazed at Evan.
"Okay, Evan, the teacher's attitude was bad just now, don't mind it," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's not your fault. It's the teacher's fault."
Evan's face lit up with relief as he heard Jennifer's words. He had been terrified that she would misunderstand his intentions and tell Lindsay or his mother about the incident.
The thought of losing Jennifer's trust forever had been a constant source of anxiety, and now, with her words of forgiveness, he felt a weight lift off his shoulders.
But as Jennifer hesitated, her mind racing with the implications of what had happened, Evan couldn't help but feel a spark of curiosity.
What did she want to talk to him about? He had expected a stern lecture on his mistakes, but now, he wasn't so sure.
Jennifer's thoughts were a jumble of emotions, her mind torn between her desire to scold Evan for his transgression and her growing awareness of her own culpability.
She had been careless, and her actions had put Evan in an uncomfortable position.
What could she say to him?
Should she admit to her own mistakes, or try to shift the blame onto Evan's shoulders?