Ohhhh, TA Nanami, whose glasses fog up from how hard he is sweating and panting at the feeling of his calloused hand tugging at his dick. It lay heavy in his fist as he jerked off slowly.
To the thought of you, of course. Like a plague in his mind, he couldn’t escape the thought of you, and how you lean over his desk as you wait to meet your professor in his office, not caring that your cleavage was on full display for his eyes to see.
And no matter how much he pretended to hate it, and hate you. He was just a man at the end of the day. A sexually frustrated man who’d rather die than admit to you how he feels…
TA Nanami would cum all over your latest assignment, cum diluting the blue ink that spelt out your name.










