If you were in my office I'd have you sit across my desk from me, home your shirt up, and edge yourself while you watched me stroke my cock. No touching. We can only watch each other be desperate little gooners.
I’m a student It’s literally my fantasy to be railed by a hot older professor I only have a few left before I graduate… if I don’t make it happen I guess I’m doing a masters
Oh fuck yes, you're my type. How do you feel about mid -career, salt-and-pepper, confident-in-their-field professors? How do you feel about getting drunk with said professor and ending up at his place with him pulling your hair and fucking you from behind? How do you feel doing the walk of shame the next morning? Shame, but secretly no regrets? In fact it would make you horny just thinking about it?
Yeah the teacher-student thing is hot, right?
PS I'd spring for the Uber. No walking for you darlin.
All of that …and I’m dripping at the thought of oh so subtly teasing him in our weekly seminars while he struggles to keep composed in front of my classmates…
Yeah, he would fail miserably. I'd be on a train of thought... Something I know well. Something in which I'm a leading expert. But then I see you, and I see the look in your face, and I can tell that you've been grinding on your chair and not paying any attention to the topic. Because even though you've proven your intellect many times, deep down you know you're a slut who's a slave to your desperate little clit, aren't you?
So, yeah, when I stop to see you looking at me I get distracted and momentarily think about grabbing your hair and fucking you from behind, just like I did last weekend in our drunken stupor. I think about your little ass dimples and how you arched your back and moaned when I took you.
Maybe I lingered a little too long, bc the other students are wondering where my mind went.
I recover quickly enough. But, it's long enough to make you blush, and to make you wet, and to make you feel silly for being so desperate that you never stopped grinding on that chair while you stare at me.
Good girl.
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If you were in my office I'd have you sit across my desk from me, home your shirt up, and edge yourself while you watched me stroke my cock. No touching. We can only watch each other be desperate little gooners.
Haha , i peave class all the time to go stroke in the bathroom. Would love to have a professor whos office i could go to instead!!
Haha. I remember you.
Oh? From?
Jk. Like I imagine you being one of my students who mysteriously disappears for half of class.
Oh haha, sorry its my gooner brain. Thats a hot fantasy
Lol. Yeah, my brain doesn't get enough blood sometimes...
There’s no way your not fantasizing about all those tight college babes that walk in and out of your classes each day 😈
Perks of the job...
You’re a scoundrel! I love it 🤣
I'd bet a few bucks one of your students is part of this edging community
Yeah, I can't stop thinking of that exact thing.
keep it up
I’m a student It’s literally my fantasy to be railed by a hot older professor I only have a few left before I graduate… if I don’t make it happen I guess I’m doing a masters
Oh fuck yes, you're my type. How do you feel about mid -career, salt-and-pepper, confident-in-their-field professors? How do you feel about getting drunk with said professor and ending up at his place with him pulling your hair and fucking you from behind? How do you feel doing the walk of shame the next morning? Shame, but secretly no regrets? In fact it would make you horny just thinking about it? Yeah the teacher-student thing is hot, right? PS I'd spring for the Uber. No walking for you darlin.
All of that …and I’m dripping at the thought of oh so subtly teasing him in our weekly seminars while he struggles to keep composed in front of my classmates…
Yeah, he would fail miserably. I'd be on a train of thought... Something I know well. Something in which I'm a leading expert. But then I see you, and I see the look in your face, and I can tell that you've been grinding on your chair and not paying any attention to the topic. Because even though you've proven your intellect many times, deep down you know you're a slut who's a slave to your desperate little clit, aren't you? So, yeah, when I stop to see you looking at me I get distracted and momentarily think about grabbing your hair and fucking you from behind, just like I did last weekend in our drunken stupor. I think about your little ass dimples and how you arched your back and moaned when I took you. Maybe I lingered a little too long, bc the other students are wondering where my mind went. I recover quickly enough. But, it's long enough to make you blush, and to make you wet, and to make you feel silly for being so desperate that you never stopped grinding on that chair while you stare at me. Good girl.
Fuck that was hot