Michael
It hadn't been long since I returned from the party, after Professor Betty left everything felt dull without her but the burning desire - my hard-on- they lingered like a flame refused to be quenched.
So I just lay on my bed staring at the ceiling, the fan was spinning slowly but that wasn't where my mind was at, I was thinking about Betty for what felt like the hundredth time in the past two hours.
Beautiful wasn't the word to describe her, maybe I found her hot during lectures bug seeing her in that gown that barely covered her n****e, the way she carried herself with so much grace, and also the way she wrapped her arms around my neck like I belonged to her, I would never have thought this would have happened even in my wildest dreams.
A picture of her cleavage came into my
