“Three x squared, minus four, plus ninety-eight, equals…” I whispered to myself, madly scribbling down the proofs to my work, hoping to get finished without ever having to listen to Mr. x video “You know what happens to bad girls, don’t you?” he murmured against my lips. Black hair cut in a sensible, history teacher style, hazel eyes with just the right amount of brown flecks in them, a strong, almost Greco-Roman nose, and pale pink, perfectly kissable lips. Thomas,” I heard Mr. “Clothes?” I offered. With his cock bumping against my spot, I was squealing and moaning, backing my ass up into him, matching him thrust for thrust. He caught me staring. I shook my head in the negative, giving him a little Eskimo kiss in the process.
