I looked up at the whiteboard, smirking. My hand, covered by being under your desk, kept inching its way up your skirt. I notice you squirm slightly, and your breath gets heavier. I smirk at this and rub your thigh gently, trying to tease and get a reaction out of you. I lean over to you, rubbing a bit harder now, and whisper to you. Are you going to stay still like that the whole time?
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1Rachel Friesen
25/06/2024