As a young lad, I've always had a thing for my Asian teacher. His stern demeanor and authoritative presence were a turn-on. One fateful day, I found myself in his apartment, my desires consuming me. I yearned for his tender touch, his lips exploring the length of my throbbing cock. He obliged, his skilled tongue working wonders. The taste of him, the feel of his tongue, it was all too much.Craving more, I positioned myself on all fours, presenting my eager rear to him. He took control, his strong hands guiding his thick cock into me. His rhythmic thrusts sent waves of pleasure coursing through me, each movement deeper than the last.As our passion reached its zenith, he withdrew, his hot load coating my face. The taste of him, the sight of my wet, glistening face - a perfect end to an unforgettable encounter.
