"No...don't do this anymore..." I said, while being driven mad by the passion of my student's youth, hardness, and the ejaculation of his penis... I, a teacher, felt incredibly comfortable in this depravity. Young, hard, and endless lust. That cock, ready to penetrate at any request, made me abandon my teacher's identity and become maternal. Morality had long since crumbled. All that remained was pleasure. A deep kiss confirming each other's overflowing desire. Ethics. Societal views. I knew it all. I understood it all. Even so, I couldn't stop having sex with my student—"As a teacher...I'm finished, aren't I?" With those murmured lips, I once again sucked my student's penis deep into my throat.