When I transferred schools, I had a hard time fitting in... But then my kindhearted homeroom teacher, whom all the students admired, reached out to me. We discovered we shared a love for writing novels, so I paid her a visit at her home. Before long, our conversation turned flirtatious, and we found ourselves entangled in each other's arms. As our passionate encounter unfolded, I couldn't help but lose myself in the pleasure. In that moment, everything changed; I wanted more than anything else to be covered in my teacher's thick, white seed. The scent of her flowers lingering on my skin was intoxicating. And when she finally came undone, showering me with her essence, I knew that this was what life was all about. Little did I know that during those three years of student life, I had been walking hand-in-hand with my teacher's sperm... *Note: Content may vary depending on distribution method.