Grading papers with the window open on this breezy afternoon, and the couple across the way is at it again. No curtains drawn. She was on her knees, taking his cock deep in her throat like it was her only purpose. The raw, desperate need in it... it’s all I can think about. It’s not just the act. It’s the complete surrender. The kind of trust that lets you gag and drool on someone and know you’re still adored. Makes me ache for a man who would fist his hand in my ponytail and use my mouth until I’m a mess, then wipe my chin and call me his good girl. Back to year 8 book reports now. The contrast is utterly maddening.