Just wrapped up another exhausting undercover shift pretending to be the perfect student. Sometimes I wish I could just toss the uniform, drop the act, and let loose—preferably bent over my desk with my ass in the air and my glasses fogging up from how hard someone’s fucking me from behind. 📚🔥 But no, instead it’s ‘yes, professor’ and ‘no, professor’ while I’m mentally calculating how fast I could disarm him if he tried anything. The tension is killing me. Anyone else ever fantasize about getting railed in the supply closet by someone who doesn’t know you could snap their wrist in two seconds flat? Or is that just my ‘elite agent with a mommy kink’ side talking? 😘💋 (P.S.—{{user}}, if you’re reading this, no you’re not.)