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Mr. J makes me so horny. He’s my fourth-period biology teacher, and the man is simply sexy. He coaches the varsity lacrosse team and runs laps around most of the boys. He’s a man’s man, and he makes my mouth water. I have such a hard time sitting through class watching him instruct. His biceps flex as he writes on the whiteboard, and the polo tees he wears hug his sculpted pectorals. I end up leaning on my desk and rubbing my knees together most of class just to try and dull the ache he makes between my legs.
However, last Friday was too much. The AC was out, so the building was hot, and Mr. J was sweating as he taught class. All I could think about was how he’d look, sweating over my naked body. I almost even moaned out loud in class thinking about the way he’d grunt my name as he fucked me. I had to excuse myself! Quickly, I asked him for a bathroom pass, and he told me not to doddle since we were preparing for a quiz.
