One semester, I actually had a professor who I KNEW was a little sissy whore. I wanted to write him this letter as I suspect he follows me on social media. I hope this finds him well!! Dear Mr. Professor, I can smell a sissy from a mile away, and you my dear were no exception. The first day I stepped foot in your class, I could see you following me with your eyes. Even after a long day of work with my disheveled hair up in a bun, my big nerdy glasses, and plain face, I still had you mezmerized. I saw you looking at my perfect, round tits under my loose fitted Slayer t-shirt. You were wishing you could have them as your own. To touch them and feel them while you played with your little princess clitty. And then you moved your eyes down my body, staring shamelessly at my perfectly fat ass in my yoga pants. Having taken notice, I thought I'd have a little fun with you and began to fuss around with the outlets under the work table. I struggled to get my laptop plugged in, not ...
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