Chen Mo watches with desire and torment as the maid surrenders to the instructor, while his heart struggles between passion and doubt about his true feelings.
Chen Mo sat in the shade of a nearby tree, his fingers rhythmically moving over his erect member as his eyes never left the scene unfolding before him. The surrounding undergrowth, wild and overgrown, seemed oblivious to the intensity of the moment, but he couldn't tear his gaze away. The instructor, with a lascivious smile that revealed his dominance, approached the maid, his hands firm and purposeful. In one fluid motion, he parted the young woman's buttocks, exposing her soft, pale flesh to the fading light. Heedless of the surrounding nature, the instructor positioned his hard, dripping member at the entrance to her tight rear end, ready to invade her mercilessly.
The maid, her eyes closed and her face flushed, let out a stifled moan as the instructor began to penetrate her. Her body, slender and supple, arched slightly, adjusting to the intrusion. Chen mo watched as the instructor moved closer to her, his breath hot in her ear, whispering words only she could hear. With a sharp movement, the instructor pulled her towards him, kissing her passionately, his lips devouring hers in an act of possession. The maid responded, her arms wrapping around the instructor's neck, their bodies grinding against each other in a dance of desire and submission.
"I love you, Chen Mo," she whispered between moans, her voice trembling and full of emotion. "I'm doing this for you, for your happiness."
Chen Mo frowned, his hand lingering for a moment on his member. Did she truly have feelings for him, or was she just an actress in this game of desire and betrayal? Doubt consumed him, but he couldn't deny the excitement coursing through his body at seeing her give herself like this. With a sigh, he resumed his motion, his eyes fixed on the couple as the instructor fucked her hard, his rhythm relentless and brutal.
The instructor, oblivious to Chen Mo's thoughts, continued his attack, his thrusts ever deeper and faster. The servant, her face distorted with pleasure, moved in time with his thrusts, her body soft and unscripted, an extension of his will. Chen Mo wondered if she truly enjoyed this or if she was just acting, her fidelity to him a facade to hide her true nature.
With a grunt, the instructor stopped, his breathing ragged. "Let's go to my house," he said, his voice husky and full of desire. "There I can enjoy you as you deserve."
The maid nodded, her body still trembling with pleasure. Chen Mo, with a wry smile, adjusted his clothes, feigning ignorance. He would allow the instructor to take her, but he couldn't help feeling a pang of jealousy as he watched them leave, their bodies entwined in a promise of more pleasure.
That night, Chen Mo stealthily approached the instructor's house, his heart pounding in his chest. Through a small gap in the wall, he watched as the instructor prepared the maid for another encounter. With practiced hands, he inserted a toy into her tight butt, his face a mask of concentration. The maid, her eyes closed, let out a moan of pleasure, her body arching upward in response.
The instructor, with a satisfied smile, approached her, his hands resting on her enormous breasts. Lustfully, he squeezed and rubbed them, his fingers leaving red marks on her soft skin. The maid, with a sigh, opened her eyes, looking directly at Chen Mo through the gap. "I love you, Chen Mo," she whispered, her voice full of emotion. "This is for you."
Chen Mo felt a pang of pain in his chest, his hand tightening on the window sill. Did she really have feelings for him, or was she just an actress in this game of desire and betrayal? Doubt consumed him, but he couldn't deny the excitement coursing through his body at seeing her give herself away like that.
The night turned into a wild sex feast, with the maid moaning loudly, her body moving in time with the instructor's thrusts. The anal toy, now removed, had been replaced by the instructor's hard, spurting member, which penetrated her mercilessly. The maid, her face flushed and her hair disheveled, moved gracefully, her body an extension of his will.
"You're mine," the instructor growled, his voice husky and full of desire. "No one else will have you."
The maid, with a sigh, sank down onto the instructor's chest, her body still trembling with pleasure. "I love you, Chen mo," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "This is for you."
Chen Mo, his heart heavy, turned away from the window, his mind conflicted. Did she truly have feelings for him, or was she just an actress in this game of desire and betrayal? Doubt consumed him, but he couldn't deny the excitement coursing through his body at the thought of her, of her soft, accommodating body. With a sigh, he sat in the darkness, his hand moving over his member, his thoughts muddled and filled with desire.
The night wore on, and the sound of the maid's moans faded into the distance. Chen Mo, still sitting in the darkness, wondered if he would ever know the truth about her feelings. Was he the object of her affection or just a pawn in this game of desire and betrayal? The answer, it seemed, lay somewhere between the maid's whispers and the instructor's grunts, in a place where love and desire intertwined in a complex and seductive dance.
With a sigh, Chen Mo stood up, his body still aroused, his mind conflicted. The maid, with her soft, accommodating body, had awakened in him a desire he couldn't ignore. But was she truly his, or just an actress in this game of desire and betrayal? Doubt consumed him, but he couldn't deny the excitement that coursed through him at the thought of her, of her surrendered, willing body. The night, with its secrets and whispers, had left an indelible mark on his mind, a mark that would stay with him until he discovered the truth about the maid's feelings.