A simple favour
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A pair of delicate hands pushed me firmly against the back of the chair that was seated underneath a small desk. Her fingers clutched my waist, pressing her muscular body into me. Face inches away, she towered over me, her white teeth sinking into her own pink lips as she bit down, her emerald green eyes looking at nothing other than me. I gasped, surprised and confused at this sudden outburst of affection and confidence that came from my very own Russian Professor.
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