(Obligatory I teach students who are all adults disclaimer)
I am composed and professional when I’m writing my equations on the board, explaining tricky concepts for the class.
But still, I can’t get over your big fucking tits.
I saw the way your cleavage got deeper with each passing class, the way your big fat fucking tits bounced as you walked down the stairs of the lecture auditorium.
Why did you pay such rapt attention, your eyes following me like a hawk, when everyone else looked either bored or neutral?
Why did you hang around when I was trying to answer your questions as quickly as possible in office hours?
Why did you always sit in the front row? And why did my blood rush whenever you made an insightful comment or asked an interesting question?
I like my job, so I am utterly and completely composed in class. I would never dream of doing anything unprofessional.
And yet, when I’m home, I find myself dreaming of your big fucking jugs as i milk my cock dry. I have always been obsessed with big boobs, and now I find myself fantasizing about yours, the porcelain skin under your top, the sensual curve of your mouth under your face mask.