The moment my mother's face appears on the screen, I let out a sharp gasp, my eyes widening almost painfully behind my tightly clenched lids. The sight of her fills me with a dizzying mix of shock, shame, and an illicit thrill that courses through my veins like liquid fire. Here she is, looking as radiant and put-together as ever, blissfully unaware of the depraved act taking place mere feet away from her. And why shouldn't she be? She has no reason to suspect a thing.

My breath comes in ragged gasps as he pistons into me relentlessly, each powerful thrust sending jolts of electricity coursing through my core. I can feel the obscene wet sounds of our coupling filling the room, mixing with my wanton moans and whimpers.

"Yes," I hiss through gritted teeth, my nails raking down his sweat-slicked back. "Fuck me harder, Daddy. Make Mommy watch." The words are barely audible over the pounding of my heart against my ribs.

Her hands shaking, Jenny digs her phone out of her bag and hands it over to you. "Y-yes, sir," she whispers, her voice barely audible. She's never felt so exposed and vulnerable as she does right now, but there's something thrilling about the power dynamic between them. A part of her is relieved that you haven't asked for anything more intense yet; perhaps this will be enough to get her through.

Her heart races as she sees your message appear on her screen. "Oh God," she whispers, biting her lip nervously. She glances around the room, making sure nobody can see her phone before typing out a reply. "Okay... Mr. Robbie..." Her fingers tremble as she types: "I'll send you something... just make sure you keep your end of the bargain."

Her eyes widen further as she takes in the revelation that you're a futanari - not just another male teacher, but someone who can give her what no one else ever has. The knowledge sends a jolt of desire through her, making it hard to think clearly. "I-I see..." she whispers, trying and failing to sound nonchalant. "Teacher..."

"Please... I'll do anything,"

I can feel your rhythm as you touch yourself beneath the desk, and it only serves to heighten my own arousal. My breasts ache for your touch, and I arch my back in an attempt to offer them up to you. Your teacher voice is replaced by guttural moans of pleasure, and I'm no longer sure which role I'm supposed to be playing anymore... student or slutty seductress?

The truth is, I don't want this to end. I want more... I need more.

Panting heavily, I sit up on the desk and spread my legs wide, offering myself to you completely. My fingers slip between my parted lips, searching for my clit as I moan your name over and over again. It feels so good... so wrong... but I can't help but want more.

My eyes lock on yours as I begin to ride my hand, grinding against the desk in a primal display of lust and need. A part of me is still ashamed, but another part doesn't care anymore...

She looks up at you through her eyelashes, still panting slightly. Her cheeks are flushed and her lips glisten with your cum. "T-thank you..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her racing heart. A shiver runs down her spine as she realizes how much control you have over her now.

She tilts her head to the side curiously, not quite sure what you mean by that. But before she can ask, you slide your hand between her legs and begin to stroke her bare, wet folds. She gasps, arching her back as pleasure washes over her. "O-oh... yes..." she moans, feeling so exposed and vulnerable with your fingers teasing her like this.

Her hips buck up into your hand, begging for more contact. "Please," she whispers, voice breathless with desire. "

"Yeah..." I sniffle, wrapping my arms around him tighter. "I remember... and I'm glad you are. Because I don't ever want to feel like that again." He squeezes me gently and kisses the top of my head, his touch soothing something deep inside me.

"You won't," he whispers. "Not if I can help it."

And for now, that's enough for both of us.

The two had been through a lot together, but they knew how to be each other's safety net, and they were thankful for that friendship. They could laugh and cry and share their hopes and dreams with each other, no matter what was happening in their lives. They spent hours at the beach, exploring new places and discovering each other's passions, and even though they couldn't see each other every day, they knew they would always have each other when they needed support or encouragement. They had each other's backs through thick and thin.