[ The driver asks if Jack needs a drink of bottled water when Jack chokes on a breath as he receives the image, immediately setting it as the wallpaper on his phone. A high freckled ass and spine, shoulders, auburn hair and fingers buried so deep, shining wetly in the sun ... It's not immediately recognizable as Jack's teacher, so he keeps it to stare at on his unlocked screen.
The taxi driver gets a twenty-up tip as Jack pelts out of the car and races the rest of the way to the apartment, a softened hard-on stiff against the denim of his tight jeans once again. Letting himself in, he heads straight for the kitchen. ]
I'm back! I'll be right there ...
[ First, he drops his bag and takes out what he needs, the ping of the microwave going as he stuffs it inside for twenty of the longest drawn-out seconds of his life. ]
I really think you're gonna love this! C'mon, c'mon ...
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The taxi driver gets a twenty-up tip as Jack pelts out of the car and races the rest of the way to the apartment, a softened hard-on stiff against the denim of his tight jeans once again. Letting himself in, he heads straight for the kitchen. ]
I'm back! I'll be right there ...
[ First, he drops his bag and takes out what he needs, the ping of the microwave going as he stuffs it inside for twenty of the longest drawn-out seconds of his life. ]
I really think you're gonna love this! C'mon, c'mon ...