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BAD TUTOR (Erotic Audio Role-play 18+)

🕑 Added 2021-03-10 23:18:03 +0000 UTC

Comments

Rhiannon

Oh. My. God. Perfection.

Bibi

Matthew, you bring me back. When I was in school, I was seduced by my psych prof. He seduced me over time, but he was actually very vanilla. Now I have this to replace that memory. Breath play drives me insane, and blissful, and in that magical place I never want to leave! Such burning sweet torture. Can't even type anymore... 💦❤️‍🔥💦💦❤️‍🔥💦

Matthew Tower

Heey - thank-you so much for taking the time to comment or read the discussions on this post. Although I can’t reply to new comments here now, I’ll still be returning to read and ❤️ them from time-to-time, so even if you feel a bit late to the party please say hi! Much love, 💜🧔🏻💐Matthew

Matthew Tower

Thanks A! Coming right up! As is Bad Tutor 2!! 💙

Ann

Oh and p.s. This was a great audio. 💜

Ann

I would love a poetry reading. Really really really would love it. Thank you. 🤗

Phoenix013

I'll be waiting 🥰

Matthew Tower

That’s a stunning poem. I’m surprised I hadn’t come across it before. I’m gonna add it to my collection and do an ASMR type poetry reading at some point!!! 💙 thanks 🙏!!!

Phoenix013

EE Cummings happens to be one of my favorite poets. somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond any experience,your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near your slightest look easily will unclose me though i have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens (touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose or if your wish be to close me,i and my life will shut very beautifully,suddenly, as when the heart of this flower imagines the snow carefully everywhere descending; nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility:whose texture compels me with the colour of its countries, rendering death and forever with each breathing (i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens;only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses) nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands