Professors obsession

Description: You find yourself laying awake at night, don't you, professor? my voice, my feet, the memory of begging just to kiss a toe, it’s all burned into you now, rewiring your mind into something obsessed and obedient. you ache for me, edge for me, live for me… and every stroke is just worship, every denial another layer of control sinking deeper. tonight, i’m keeping you locked in that trembling, leaking state, teasing you to the edge and pulling you back, again and again because your pleasure isn’t yours anymore. it belongs to me.