Vanessa was startled when Quentin grabbed her, about to scream for help, but she relaxed upon hearing his voice. Coldly, she said, "What held you up? I’ve been waiting for half an hour! What were you doing?"
She thought to herself that if he hadn’t been late, she wouldn’t have mistaken Kevin for him and let Kevin sleep with her for so long.
Seeing Vanessa was angry, Quentin quickly explained that he had been at a gathering with his uncle, Owen Richardson, the deputy director of the education bureau. He had run into so acquaintances and couldn’t leave right away, only managing to slip away when everyone got drunk.
As he spoke, he reached under Vanessa’s skirt and felt her wet panties, chuckling. "You little slut, you’re so wet. Were you thinking about my big cock?" Little did he know that Vanessa had just been with a high school student.
Thinking about how Kevin had made her squirt earlier, Vanessa felt her face heat up. Annoyed, she said, "Stop the nonsense. If you want to do it, make it quick. I need to get ho to my kid, or my husband will get suspicious."
Quentin quickly took off his pants, revealing a moderately sized penis. He had Vanessa bend over the stone bench and inserted himself into her, feeling how slick and tight she was. Holding her slim waist, he began thrusting slowly, enjoying the feel of her body.
Before Mia Wilson joined the school, Vanessa had been the prettiest teacher in the English departnt. Married for only two or three years, she exuded the mature charm of a young wife, naturally catching Quentin’s eye. He had taken advantage of an opportunity to make her his regular partner, and they would et secretly often. However, after becoming interested in Mia, he gradually neglected Vanessa. After having a child, Vanessa also focused more on her family, eting Quentin less frequently, sotis only once every month or two.
"By the way, did you ntion my request to your uncle during dinner?" Vanessa asked, arching her back. She was less aroused after her earlier orgasm and took the chance to ask about her job transfer. She had always wanted to move from the school to the education bureau for a higher status and an easier job.
"I did bring it up. My uncle said the bureau is fully staffed this year, and the city is even cutting down on personnel," Quentin replied, enjoying the feel of Vanessa’s tightness while imagining how great it would be if Mia would let him do this one day. He paused and casually added, "Maybe next year. These things take ti."
"Take ti? Every ti I ask, you say it takes ti," Vanessa sneered. "I think you don’t want to help now that you have a new lover. I’ve let you screw for years for nothing. You’re just a liar."
Quentin laughed awkwardly, his hands caressing Vanessa’s full breasts. "What are you talking about? I don’t have any new lovers. You’re the only one for ." But he was also feeling a bit fed up. He had spent a lot on Vanessa over the years, buying her clothes and shoes, which cost him thousands of dollars.
Quentin felt he had been taken advantage of by spending money on soone else’s wife. Vanessa’s husband probably knew about their affair, but he didn’t care, thinking it was no big deal.
Vanessa scoffed. "Don’t lie to . I know you’re after Mia. But you’re dreaming if you think you can get her. She’s a woman of integrity, not like ."
As she spoke, she arched her back further, letting Quentin go deeper. After being with Kevin’s thick, long cock, Quentin’s felt a bit short to her, failing to hit the spot or fill her like Kevin’s had.
Quentin thought Vanessa was getting more aroused, slapped her booty twice, and thrust harder, laughing. "Mia can’t compare to you. I love a woman who’s slutty. How does it feel? I bet your husband can’t satisfy you like this."
"Ah... you’re the best, harder..." Vanessa began to feel pleasure again, her pussy flooding with juices. Quentin’s sexual skills were much better than her husband’s, lasting seven or eight minutes but knowing many tricks to please won. She wondered how many won Quentin had practiced on to get so good.
However, Quentin was getting tired of Vanessa, missing the thrill of conquest. Won like Mia, cold and prideful, ignited his desire to conquer. Imagining Mia’s big, white breasts, he thrust into Vanessa while squeezing her breasts, laughing, "You slut, does it feel good? I’ll fuck you to death. Mia is a hypocrite and a slut deep down, and I’ll fuck her one day." Vanessa was panting as Quentin Rodriguez had sex with her. She said between breaths, "I knew n are all the sa. The less you can have, the more you want. I should’ve learned from Mia. Just look, don’t touch. Maybe then you’d take seriously. No matter how slutty Mia is, if she doesn’t want you, what can you do? She might already be with another guy."
Quentin stopped imdiately and asked nervously, "You work with Mia every day. Can’t you tell if she’s seeing soone?"
Quentin had been chasing Mia for a long ti without success. If soone else had gotten to her first, he’d be crushed.
"Why’d you stop? Keep going," Vanessa said, annoyed that Quentin had paused. When he resud, she smiled and said, "I don’t think Mia has found a guy. She’s very prideful and rarely talks to other male teachers. But she seems to get along well with Ethan Sanders. I think Ethan likes her, he even writes poems. You should watch out."
Quentin scoffed. "That wimp Ethan Sanders thinks he can compete with for Mia? Once I beco head of the departnt, if he gets close to her, I’ll make his life a living hell."
At school, Quentin didn’t think any teacher had a shot with Mia. The only person he feared was Principal Zach Jackson, which was why he spread rumors about Principal Jackson and Mia, making Principal Jackson hesitant to make a move.
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