Because Blogger sucks and Lava can't get her username, she sent this thru me...
The smell of glue and pages turning are what my nights have turned into. Studying for the bar is about to come to a close and I'll be the first bachelor in the club buying drinks for all the thirsty heauxs. Finals equal the struggle and this damn bar is consuming my life.
I'm in need of a study break which usually consists of a snack and daydream until I feel I've accomplished as many chapters as I can muster. I'm not really at the point to stop studying but I know it's time to refresh and hit the books hard because the night has been unproductive. My eyes close the moment I read the third chapter of Tortes... And hands rub up my leg from my ankle to my zipper. Unbuckling my belt and tracing out my package. These hands are soft and strong so hell no I don't mind the handshake. Just when I accept what's happening, lips kiss up and down every inch. Smooth and tempting licks circle and suck up and down until I'm introducing my preface to those tonsils. Damn this is the best brain I've ever had and the ride keeps savoring my dick. I grab her head as I work that mouth to her pace providing that Dyson suction; fuck Hoover.
As soon as I feel the delivery about to explode she slides me right into that hot volcano sliding, gripping, squishing me up and down giving me all the business. Before I let go, s/o to Maze, I grab that ass and spin her over on my books. Slapping and gripping that ass just increased the grip I drilled into her. Dripping her sweet on my books aient the final question as I grab that hair and pound to glory....
When I wake up I realized that would be the best snack and thirst clenched during finals. Its a tough job, but who said anything about actually being a student really taking the bar? I just pay my dues and the heauxs keep the difference to my efforts. I see the lady in my day dream and her mouth looks parched, she needs a study break.
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