Letter to the Professor

Dear Professor, I haven?t had time to finish my assignment, so I?m sending you this letter to explain. Hopefully, you will be understanding of my situation and, perhaps, feel kind enough to grant me an extension? I think I may need another week. You see, I?m struggling to maintain my focus, but I guess you?ve noticed that? Despite enjoying the subject and your authoritative and intelligent lectures, I am prone to daydreaming recently. I apologise. It?s just that when you?re stood there kızılay escort and I?m at the front of the class, all I can think about is what it would be like to kiss your lips. I?ve thought about this a lot lately. I imagine it starting slow, sensual and hesitant but I know that it would quickly become animalistic, fast and would, naturally, lead to you stripping off all of my clothes. I can feel electrical jolts zinging towards kolej escort my pussy as I write you this letter. I can feel the familiar trickle of arousal on my leg as I think about it. I don?t care about the photograph of your boring wife you keep in your wallet. Yeah, I?ve seen it. Forget about her, she can?t do the things to you that I can. You know those moments when you look at me, and I?m sliding my pen in and out of my maltepe escort hot, little mouth? Well, I?m not attempting to work out the answer to your question. I?m pretending it?s your thick, meaty cock. I can almost feel it, if I close my eyes. I sweep my tongue over the end, I stroke your balls and feel you twitch and shudder. I want to taste you. I want to devour you. I want to drink down your excitement until you?ve got nothing left. I want it. I want all of it. My skirts are getting shorter, but you know this, I?ve seen you watching my ass as I walk out of class. It takes everything I have not to stride back in and fuck you on your desk. Did you see that I didn?t wear any panties today? I think you did. Did you see my bare pussy when I parted my legs? Could you tell it was wet? It was wet for you, Professor.