Nazora
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Nov 6, 2010
Great, he asked her to pass out the syllabus, of all people on all days. Her loose fitting jeans were unbuttoned and they felt like a baloney skin. The only saving graces for her were her blue shirt not being tucked in and the paper towel wrap around her breasts. But walking was irritating, her panties had streeeetched along with her hips, and they were digging in both her slits. New underwear, another expense she couldn't afford.
She couldn't keep her hips from swaying slightly when she walked unless she really forced it, and then her walk seemed unnatural. As quickly as possible she passed out the papers. The paper towels wrapped around her breasts were starting to get itchy.
Sitting down, she gave her professor a forced smile as the belt line of her jeans dug into her skin.
She couldn't keep her hips from swaying slightly when she walked unless she really forced it, and then her walk seemed unnatural. As quickly as possible she passed out the papers. The paper towels wrapped around her breasts were starting to get itchy.
Sitting down, she gave her professor a forced smile as the belt line of her jeans dug into her skin.