gwil asking you to ride his thighs mmm😪
we going….the professor!gwil route because…. why the fuck NOT ..??,,?…also i wrote a whole ass BOOK for this… strap in
Professor Lee was a sort of enigma at university; he had just been hired as a new professor of British literature, and although he proved his competency with lecturing and complex analysis of difficult pieces of writing–nobody was quite sure why he was hired. They were convinced this had to be some sort of social experiment; never in your university’s long history had their ever been a professor as utterly perfect as Mr. Lee. The counselors and admissions staff had to know this; you couldn’t look at the man without leaving flustered or uneasy about your own attractiveness. But also, professor Lee would never do anything to make anybody feel lesser; he was exceptionally sweet and passionate about his job title. While many professors with seniority were more than happy to lecture in raggedy golf shirts and loose-fitting trousers, he arrived to work every day with a crisp button-up and nicely fitted dress pants, his hair flawlessly groomed and beautifully symmetrical like the smile on his face.
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