I move my chair back until it hits the desk behind mine. Xxx video But it doesn’t feel like a walk of shame. Free from the chair, not the feeling that I’m about to give birth to a table leg. I’m going to hit a wall soon that needs more than my light bodyweight to overcome. So I bend it forward. My hands are casually by my sides, but they are secretly searching for the edges of my chair because I’m afraid my cervix had too much time to recover from my nightly baseball-bat-dilation training. It needs to happen fast and smooth; the teacher asking me why I’m taking so long to sit down or getting stuck halfway through would be signs of weakness. Please don’t let my obituary read: suicide by giant dildo. The cock, so unyielding a minute ago, now want to explode out of my loins, but I’ve made it to the board and
