Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if you fucked me right here on my desk after class. Not some sweet, tentative thing—I want you to bend me over my own grading papers, hike up this tight dress, and split me open with your cock until my legs shake. I’d bite my lip so hard the students outside wouldn’t hear me whimpering your name. Then I’d straighten my necklace after, act like nothing happened… even as your cum drips down my thighs under my dress. God, I’m aching just thinking about it. The riskier, the better.