Soon the noise of pounding the flesh against each other and the moans began to echo in the entire room, and just the moment both were about to sink in the feeling of such intimate closeness, they heard a knock on the door: 'Is anyone inside?' I am coming in. Miss, are you inside or something?'
Hearing it, the reality fell on both of them like a calamity; it was the sound of some other teacher, who was about to come in, feeling the terror. They both try to move away from each other, but rather than moving away, the kid starts to pump more aggressively while groping her boobs.
Seeing it, the terror in her composure pops out, and she speaks: "Kid, knock it off; we can't let others see such stupidity." if anyone saw us in such situation, neither of us would be able to take cover anywhere, so knock it off, now only and hide somewhere!'
Hearing her words, the kid spoke in a panicking manner: 'Miss, I can't. I am way too deep; no matter how hard I try to pull away, I always end up sinking in it deeper. i can't help it, and my body is not listening to me, so please help me and do something!'
Remembering that neither of them is doing this by their own wish but rather it was a situation, she couldn't help but feel vulnerable towards it, but even in such vulnerability, she could still feel how his treasure was just moving inside of her, how her walls were squeezing every bit of soul from his treasure, yet instead of getting squeezed, it was just pounding her like he owned her.
Every pound was just making it insane, and the fingers of his teasing her nipples, as if they were meant to be exploited by him, made her unable to help but follow his every movement, every pounding just making her feel closer.
But the reality came in and the moment door opened the visual came in front, the little kid pounding her teacher in such intimate manner, feeling it, she tries to scream that it isn't what it look likes, but she felt that her throat wasn't listening to her, she couldn't say single word in her security but rather moan in such situation, where people were seeing her getting pounded by her own student.
Feeling the guilt and regret, tears began to spill from her eyes, but she heard the voice of the people: "Why is the staff room empty? This is still afternoon, and I instructed teachers to finish the reports of students' academics. Even teachers these days behave like kids. Well, guess i should also lock the rooms and go home!'
Hearing such words, she looked at the face of the person who came in, and seeing the face, she couldn't believe that it was the headmaster that came inside, and now for some reason, he wasn't saying anything to them, but rather he was just cursing all teachers for not listening to him.
Finding it strange, she looked around and saw that without even saying anything, he was even leaving. Feeling it weirdly a blessing, she couldn't help but feel somewhat reassured while the kid spoke in shock: "Miss, what was that? Why didn't that old coot say anything?" He always sounds so strict, but what about today? He was pretending as if he couldn't see us.
Hearing his words, the terror again rose in her that it wasn't that he was pretending but rather that he really couldn't see them. Feeling such creepy vibes, she couldn't help but feel insanely creeped out by it.
And in her terror, the kid could feel how her walls were tightening around his treasure and making his movement harder, but still, it was too much pleasure for him to even think about avoiding such an opportunity.
The pounding became wilder by every passing moment, the positions began to look more shameful but yet the closeness was filling every gap in them, the beating of flesh against each other, the treasure of the boy moving deep till her womb, squeezing every bit of womanhood out of her cave while the miss could feel the cum was filling her insides and yet instead of stopping the kid was just pounding as roughly as he could.
Soon her nipples began to lactate while insides could feel dripping, and with a final thrust, they both released the immense pleasure like a flood, filling each other and falling on each other in exhaustion.
Feeling such dizziness, they couldn't help but feel insanely worn out but again, unconsciously, the card exchanged and this time the first one to speak was Kid: 'Game,' and miss's lips escaped the words: 'Complete with passion!'
As the moment these words joined, the cards didn't have the creepy face again, but rather they started to look like normal cards while strangely the kid and miss started feeling back on their feet.
But being so close to each other, they couldn't help but still lie on each other for a few moments before separating from each other.
While separating, they felt that they could now easily move their bodies, but the boundary that was crossed today could never be recovered.
But still kid tried to say something, but she miss gestured while covering herself and spoke: 'Brat, it is for best that we won't ever mention such horror to anyone, and you better take these all stupid cards with you; I don't even want to stay in the sight of it!'
Hearing her words, he felt that her previous good attitude surely shifted, but he couldn't blame her because the boundaries that were never meant to be crossed were crossed by them.
So without saying much, he wore his clothes and collected his cards while looking at his teacher one final time before leaving for his home.
While leaving, he thought about what these cards could even hold, so after leaving the school building, he again checked the deck and found out that they were looking nothing out of the ordinary but just some creepy pictures, and now he couldn't even read a single thing on the cards.
So finding it strange, he decided to take them home to study more and stay cautious to not let it ever happen again.