Sweet devushka
This class
Has never been
More interesting
What she talks about
I have no idea
My mind is long lost
Concentration gone
The Id took over
Focusing on her appearance
Forgetting she could be made for anything other than my personal pleasure
In this moment, it’s just me and her
I can hear her moan
Scream
She’s a wild one
You can tell.
Her lips
The way she licks her polished red lipstick lips
Delicious
I want to bite them
They were not made to give English presentations
Oh no
I can think of at least 5 things right now more suitable for such lips
A controlled hand motion puts her hair back into place
Calm
Considered
Cold
Exhibiting a superficial cold aura
That’s typical
For east European girls
A façade to hide their vulnerability
Oh, these graceful creatures
Once you get them smiling, it’s over
She scans the room
I steal a glance of her gorgeous eyes
She shies away
Hair falling in her face
As she looks down
And corrects her hair
With the same controlled motion
Smiling
Smirking
It’s over.
You’re mine.
My sweet devushka
Cutie pie don’t run
Stop pretending.
We’re gonna have some fun
Forget our fellow students
Bend over that table
I’ll do you right here and now
No hesitation
This energy is meant to be merged
Students clapping.
Presentation over
My day dream interrupted.
Another gaze
A wink
Tonight, the adventure continues.