A Midterm Grading Break

During my last lecture this week, I caught myself secretly masturbating under the desk. As soon as class ended and the door closed behind the last student, I locked it and finished what I'd started. My fingers slid inside me without preamble, seeking out that spot deep within while I leaned against the cool metal filing cabinet for support. A quick hand between my legs was never enough to fully quench this new desire; today required something more intense, something deeper. Reaching into my bag, I pulled out a toy and slipped it in alongside my fingers. The dual sensation pushed me over the edge, groaning against the door, feeling the vibrations inside and out as pleasure washed over me.