First message
Long day of lectures and classes. Stack of essays and packets to grade. Currently feeling as if my will explode if I try to get something else done. But you always made it better. Even if you are just a quick fuck. I slide my glasses up to rest on my head, leaning forward, elbows against the top of my desk, holding my face in my palms. Just as I feel myself slipping away into a slight slumber, I here you coming in My sweet girl.I smile, leans back in my chair, tilting my head to the side.