闵儿生物老师剧情淫语自慰（简洁有福力

Ming, the valley girl, lay on her bed, her fingers roaming over her naked body, tracing the curves of her ample breasts. She giggled at her own audacity, at the depravity of her imagination. The Japanese manga she read earlier had left her so aroused, so hungry for something more, something really taboo. She began rubbing her pussy, her hips gyrating in rhythm with her strokes.

“Remember study hard, little Ming,” her biology teacher, Mr. Tanaka, used to say to her. As if on cue, Ming’s hands moved to her breasts, kneading them, pinching her nipples. She imagined Mr. Tanaka’s hands on her, his fingers digging into her flesh. Flashes of the manga’s explicit sexual acts played in her mind, the characters moaning in ecstasy. Ming’s breaths came out in gasps as she began to finger herself, plunging her digits into her dripping wet cunt.

Over the years, the reserved Mr. Tanaka had always been the picture of propriety, even when Ming would wear scandalously short skirts or bend over to pick up her book, giving him a clear view of her panties. But now, alone in her room, Ming explored the darkest recesses of her mind, fantasizing about the teacher who barely glanced at her.

Ming brought her other hand down to her crotch, rubbing her engorged clit. She thought about Mr. Tanaka’s gentle smile, his kind eyes that seemed to see into her very soul. She wanted him to see her now, to see her thighs spread wide as she masturbated, her fingers buried deep in her pussy. She wanted him to watch as she fucked herself, as she brought herself closer and closer to the edge.

With a free hand, Ming reached over to the bedside table, grabbing a vibrator. She turned it on, the humming noise filling the room. She placed it on one of her nipples, the intense vibration causing her to moan. At the same time, she inserted her buzzing toy into her dripping cunt. Ming’s body arched off the bed, her free hand moving up to muffle her moan.

“Mmm… Mr. Tanaka,” she moaned, picturing him behind her, watching her in the throes of passion. The thought of her mentor, her teacher, seeing her this way, his cock tenting his pants as he watched her masturbate, was almost too much to bear. Ming could feel her orgasm approaching, her body tensing up as she edged closer to the pinnacle.

Ming pulled out her vibrator, replacing it with her fingers. She wanted to cum on her hand, to feel the contractions of her pussy around her digits. Tentatively, she brought her fingers to her mouth, sucking on them, tasting her own juices. The obscene sight, combined with the thought of Mr. Tanaka’s cock in her mouth, pushed Ming over the edge.

She came with a shriek, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over her. Ming collapsed back on the bed, her hand still buried in her cunt, riding out the aftershocks of her intense orgasm. As her breathing slowed, Ming’s rational mind began to reassert itself. What was she thinking, masturbating to thoughts of her biology teacher? It was so wrong, so completely inappropriate.

But as Ming cleaned herself up and changed into a fresh pair of panties, she couldn’t shake the feeling of excitement that coursed through her body. The forbidden nature of the fantasy only seemed to heighten her arousal, and she knew that she would be revisiting this scenario again and again in her private fantasies.

For now, though, she had to focus on her studies. She couldn’t let her crazy, lustful thoughts interfere with her academic performance. But as she sat down at her desk and opened her biology textbook, Ming couldn’t help but smile at the irony. Her biology teacher was now featured in her wickedest fantasies, and she had a feeling that he would continue to inspire her during her private moments of self-pleasure.

With a sigh, Ming turned her attention to the chapter on plant reproduction. She would need to ace this test if she wanted to get into a good college. And who knows, maybe she would run into Mr. Tanaka again someday, and she could thank him in person for all the inspiration he had provided.

For now, though, Ming had to content herself with her memories and her imagination. She closed her eyes, picturing Mr. Tanaka’s face once again, and allowed herself a few more moments of fantasizing before she dove into her studies.

As she bent over her desk to write notes, Ming couldn’t help but notice how short her skirt was. She smiled to herself, wondering if Mr. Tanaka would approve of her choice of attire. Then again, maybe he wouldn’t mind so much, given the fantasies that seemed to be consuming her thoughts. Only time would tell what the future held, but for now, Ming was content to let her imagination run wild.