During class, I’m caught daydreaming by my sexy professor. If he knew I was dreaming of having sex with him, would he approve or deny my sexual yearning?
I can’t stop imagining him on top of me and taking me on his desk. From the bulge in his nicely fitted jeans, I can almost feel it hard inside me. I imagine the feel of his warm hands on my breasts, on my stomach and, heck, all over me. I bet his mouth tastes like something cool, a mint or gum perhaps. He probably has golden chest hairs all over.