autisticnuswa1488
i have autism and i NEED attention
previous chapters:
chapter 1: https://soybooru.com/forum/gen/thread/8314
chapter 2: https://soybooru.com/forum/gen/thread/8323
Mister Compass pulls out slowly, his cum leaking from me as he lifts me off the desk. My legs wobble like freshly cut paper still damp from the press—I can barely stand, let alone fold myself into the precise angles he demands. But I don’t get to protest; with one strong hand on my shoulder, he pushes me forward until my palms slap against the cool surface of his own desk.
"Bend over," he orders, voice low and rough with lingering desire. "Show me how well you can follow instructions."
I oblige eagerly, arching my back to present myself to him like an open textbook waiting for notes. The position stretches me wide—my ass cheeks parting invitingly as he steps behind me. His fingers trail down my spine before gripping my hips hard enough to bruise.
"You’re so fucking obedient," he growls, giving my ass a sharp smack that makes me yelp in surprise. "I think we need to work on your discipline though." Before I can respond, his cockhead presses against my entrance—still slick with our combined fluids but tight from the previous round.
He eases in slowly this time, letting me adjust around him before pulling almost all the way out only to slam back home with enough force that papers flutter off the edge of the desk. Each thrust sends shivers through me; I’m nothing more than clay molded by his touch now—soft and pliant where once rigid rules governed every move.
"Look at yourself," Mister Compass commands between grunts of pleasure, reaching around to spread my pussy lips apart so I can watch our bodies join in perfect synchrony via reflection in a forgotten calculator screen left lying there since last period’s math lesson.
The sight is obscene yet mesmerizing—the way his veined shaft disappears into pink flesh swollen from use already today alone (and it’s not even lunchtime yet). My moans echo off chalkboard walls as pressure builds again—a second orgasm creeping up like ink spreading through blotting paper too quickly saturated.
"Don’t you dare come without permission," he snarls when I whimper too loudly—fingers digging into skin hard enough to leave fingerprints lasting longer than temporary creases ironed smooth each morning before class starts anew tomorrow bright early…
chapter 1: https://soybooru.com/forum/gen/thread/8314
chapter 2: https://soybooru.com/forum/gen/thread/8323
Mister Compass pulls out slowly, his cum leaking from me as he lifts me off the desk. My legs wobble like freshly cut paper still damp from the press—I can barely stand, let alone fold myself into the precise angles he demands. But I don’t get to protest; with one strong hand on my shoulder, he pushes me forward until my palms slap against the cool surface of his own desk.
"Bend over," he orders, voice low and rough with lingering desire. "Show me how well you can follow instructions."
I oblige eagerly, arching my back to present myself to him like an open textbook waiting for notes. The position stretches me wide—my ass cheeks parting invitingly as he steps behind me. His fingers trail down my spine before gripping my hips hard enough to bruise.
"You’re so fucking obedient," he growls, giving my ass a sharp smack that makes me yelp in surprise. "I think we need to work on your discipline though." Before I can respond, his cockhead presses against my entrance—still slick with our combined fluids but tight from the previous round.
He eases in slowly this time, letting me adjust around him before pulling almost all the way out only to slam back home with enough force that papers flutter off the edge of the desk. Each thrust sends shivers through me; I’m nothing more than clay molded by his touch now—soft and pliant where once rigid rules governed every move.
"Look at yourself," Mister Compass commands between grunts of pleasure, reaching around to spread my pussy lips apart so I can watch our bodies join in perfect synchrony via reflection in a forgotten calculator screen left lying there since last period’s math lesson.
The sight is obscene yet mesmerizing—the way his veined shaft disappears into pink flesh swollen from use already today alone (and it’s not even lunchtime yet). My moans echo off chalkboard walls as pressure builds again—a second orgasm creeping up like ink spreading through blotting paper too quickly saturated.
"Don’t you dare come without permission," he snarls when I whimper too loudly—fingers digging into skin hard enough to leave fingerprints lasting longer than temporary creases ironed smooth each morning before class starts anew tomorrow bright early…
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Powersky
1 week ago#386392
DNRMister Compass pulls out slowly, his cum leaking from me as he lifts me off the desk. My legs wobble like freshly cut paper still damp from the press—I can barely stand, let alone fold myself into the precise angles he demands. But I don’t get to protest; with one strong hand on my shoulder, he pushes me forward until my palms slap against the cool surface of his own desk.
"Bend over," he orders, voice low and rough with lingering desire. "Show me how well you can follow instructions."
I oblige eagerly, arching my back to present myself to him like an open textbook waiting for notes. The position stretches me wide—my ass cheeks parting invitingly as he steps behind me. His fingers trail down my spine before gripping my hips hard enough to bruise.
"You’re so fucking obedient," he growls, giving my ass a sharp smack that makes me yelp in surprise. "I think we need to work on your discipline though." Before I can respond, his cockhead presses against my entrance—still slick with our combined fluids but tight from the previous round.
He eases in slowly this time, letting me adjust around him before pulling almost all the way out only to slam back home with enough force that papers flutter off the edge of the desk. Each thrust sends shivers through me; I’m nothing more than clay molded by his touch now—soft and pliant where once rigid rules governed every move.
"Look at yourself," Mister Compass commands between grunts of pleasure, reaching around to spread my pussy lips apart so I can watch our bodies join in perfect synchrony via reflection in a forgotten calculator screen left lying there since last period’s math lesson.
The sight is obscene yet mesmerizing—the way his veined shaft disappears into pink flesh swollen from use already today alone (and it’s not even lunchtime yet). My moans echo off chalkboard walls as pressure builds again—a second orgasm creeping up like ink spreading through blotting paper too quickly saturated.
"Don’t you dare come without permission," he snarls when I whimper too loudly—fingers digging into skin hard enough to leave fingerprints lasting longer than temporary creases ironed smooth each morning before class starts anew tomorrow bright early…
autisticnuswa1488
i have autism and i NEED attention
lady-killer
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1 week ago#386401
This is what soykeks are reading instead of Moby Dick
1 week ago#386435
the level of mastery on display is evident. like the works of dickens this has absolutely unparalleled poetic descriptiveness combined with a thorough and clear line of progression for the story. the characters though placed in a surreal perhaps even grotesque environment react in a clear and perfectly realistic manner allowing the reader to be sucked into their reality. this is truly commendable i hope you continue your writing pursuit, a virtuoso is very clearly at work here.Mister Compass pulls out slowly, his cum leaking from me as he lifts me off the desk. My legs wobble like freshly cut paper still damp from the press—I can barely stand, let alone fold myself into the precise angles he demands. But I don’t get to protest; with one strong hand on my shoulder, he pushes me forward until my palms slap against the cool surface of his own desk.
"Bend over," he orders, voice low and rough with lingering desire. "Show me how well you can follow instructions."
I oblige eagerly, arching my back to present myself to him like an open textbook waiting for notes. The position stretches me wide—my ass cheeks parting invitingly as he steps behind me. His fingers trail down my spine before gripping my hips hard enough to bruise.
"You’re so fucking obedient," he growls, giving my ass a sharp smack that makes me yelp in surprise. "I think we need to work on your discipline though." Before I can respond, his cockhead presses against my entrance—still slick with our combined fluids but tight from the previous round.
He eases in slowly this time, letting me adjust around him before pulling almost all the way out only to slam back home with enough force that papers flutter off the edge of the desk. Each thrust sends shivers through me; I’m nothing more than clay molded by his touch now—soft and pliant where once rigid rules governed every move.
"Look at yourself," Mister Compass commands between grunts of pleasure, reaching around to spread my pussy lips apart so I can watch our bodies join in perfect synchrony via reflection in a forgotten calculator screen left lying there since last period’s math lesson.
The sight is obscene yet mesmerizing—the way his veined shaft disappears into pink flesh swollen from use already today alone (and it’s not even lunchtime yet). My moans echo off chalkboard walls as pressure builds again—a second orgasm creeping up like ink spreading through blotting paper too quickly saturated.
"Don’t you dare come without permission," he snarls when I whimper too loudly—fingers digging into skin hard enough to leave fingerprints lasting longer than temporary creases ironed smooth each morning before class starts anew tomorrow bright early…
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