I pushed forward with steady pressure.
At first, there was resistance. The tight, long-untouched muscles of her intimacy tensed, repelling the invasion. But beneath that, I could feel it—the thin, elastic membrane of her restored purity. Her virgin pussy fought the penetration, a final defense.
It was a futile fight. Her own copious wetness provided the perfect lubricant. The swollen, glistening tip of my cock, already slick with her saliva, began to part her folds.
"Fuck," I growled between heavy breaths. "So tight... just like a true virgin."
I kept pushing, claiming every centimeter. I felt it all—the warm, soft folds that had never been stretched, the elastic walls clinging desperately to every inch of my invading shaft, the suffocating heat. It was different from Charlotte or Angeline. Different from anyone.
"Hold on, Headmistress," I whispered, my hands gripping her slender hips to pull her closer. "Feel this. Feel how I'm ruining you... for the second time in your life."
