Imagine going on your first date with Atoolred. He takes you to one of his Aesthetic Intelligence seminars since, after all, he was the teacher. As he teaches his class, you can't help but to notice that he keeps making eye contact with you. You feel your face turn at least fifty shades of red as his murky brown orbs look into yours. All of a sudden he calls you to the front of the class. "Y/N, please come up here for a moment," he says in his thick and rich Indian accent. You compensate. As his big meaty hand extends to yours, you can't help but to wonder what's going on. "You're probably wondering what's going on," he added. "Well I think it's obvious. We are having a dance off." Toolie busts some sick moves and you and him dance the school day away. The remaining 5 minutes, that is.
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RandomYou and I both know that your fantasies can never be quenched; however, these invigorating tales will hopefully help those insatiable desires for all you frickin fricks. May Toolie have mercy on your soul. P.S. All edits are made by me
