ginacherry

Sometimes it occurs to me that so much of what I see day to day is all an actmaybe I am tired of fucking academia.of schoolof analyzing shit and not doing..mine is the culture of talking.not doing.I am tired of that BS to tell you the truth..nothing passionate falls from thatgo out and experience.walk the walkdont just talk..so sitting here in this miserable computer lab for the 4th day in a rowI am drawn to the stare of strangers.not just strangers..eager ripe.overly anxious young thingsin their baseball caps and their stupid frat boy get ups.thats all it takes sometimes..the hungry stare of the curious boyin the middle of a sentence about HEGEMONYfor fucks sakeI get up..make my way to the little girls room and those eyes follow..fuckI just want to take a breakgo outside in the hot air and the moonlightand make outmy mind wandersI think about it some moreand I cant help but get wet..just pondering about the hardness in my hand.slide my hand all the way to his balls..I meltI close my eyes..and I am transfixed into something morethe image of a benchhis strong legs supporting my straddling thighsand how our tongues entwine into something familiar for at least complete strangersI lift up my skirt just a little..and I whispertake this shit offthe delicate thin layer previously caressing between my thighs .he now holds in his hands..FUCKit goes in and fuckit is so my flavor.so hard and warm.my cunt swallowing every inch..up and downso nicelywhile we make outhis hands on my ass..my hands all over his back.and as my lips and tongue make their journey from his neckto his earto his mouthslowly savoring the feeling ever so sweetlydamn the wetness just overflows..between my thighs.down his balls..tillI make that fucker cum in me deepfuck hegemonyfuck..academia..and fuck me.