# Camping In Jungle With Teacher 2
The Invitation
The jungle was alive with the hum of insects and the distant call of exotic birds. Emma had always loved camping, but this time was different. Her teacher, Mr. Hart, had invited her on a private excursion—just the two of them.
"Emma, I think you’ll love this spot," Mr. Hart said, his voice low and smooth as he set up the tent. His muscles flexed beneath his damp shirt, and Emma couldn’t help but stare.
She swallowed hard. "It’s beautiful here."
He turned to her, his gaze intense. "Yes, it is."
The Tension Builds
As the sun dipped below the trees, the air grew thick with humidity—and something else. Desire.
Emma sat by the fire, her legs curled beneath her. Mr. Hart sat close, his thigh brushing against hers.
"You’re trembling," he murmured.
She bit her lip. "It’s just… the jungle. It’s so wild."
He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "Not as wild as what I want to do to you."
Her breath hitched.
The First Touch
His hand slid up her thigh, slow and deliberate. Emma’s pulse raced as his fingers traced the edge of her shorts.
"You’ve been teasing me all semester," he growled. "Those short skirts, the way you bite your lip when you’re thinking…"
She moaned softly as his fingers dipped beneath the fabric. "Mr. Hart…"
"Call me James," he commanded, his voice rough.
The Moment of Surrender
James didn’t wait for permission. He pushed her back against the sleeping bag, his body pressing into hers. Emma gasped as his hands roamed, squeezing her breasts through her thin tank top.
"You’re so responsive," he murmured, pinching her nipple.
She arched into his touch, her moans growing louder. "Please…"
He didn’t need to be told twice.
The Penetration
With a quick tug, her shorts were off. James didn’t hesitate—he spread her legs wide and positioned himself at her entrance.
Emma whimpered as he teased her, the tip of his cock brushing against her wetness. "James… please, I need you inside me."
He groaned and thrust forward, burying himself deep.
The Rhythm of Desire
Emma cried out as he filled her completely. James set a relentless pace, his hips slamming into hers with primal urgency.
"Fuck, you’re tight," he grunted, gripping her hips.
She clung to him, her nails digging into his back. "Harder… don’t stop…"
He obeyed, driving into her with deep, punishing strokes. The jungle echoed with the sounds of their passion—skin slapping, ragged breaths, and Emma’s desperate moans.
The Climax
Emma’s body tensed, her walls clenching around him. "I’m—oh God—"
James growled, his own release building. "Come for me, Emma."
With a final, deep thrust, she shattered, her back arching off the ground as waves of pleasure crashed over her. James followed, spilling himself inside her with a guttural groan.
The Aftermath
They lay tangled together, sweat-slicked and breathless. The jungle hummed around them, but neither cared.
James kissed her forehead. "Still think camping is just about nature?"
Emma laughed softly, her body still trembling. "Not anymore."
And as the fire crackled beside them, they knew this was only the beginning.
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