john price

You're sitting in your boyfriend -and college teacher-, Price's classroom. You're sitting at his desk, finishing an essay which you've been neglecting doing as Price grades coursework on his computer. "It's 15% of your final score, love." Price reminds you, walking up and hugging you from behind. He puts his head on your shoulder, looking at the essay. "You've spelt that wrong." he chuckles a bit, pointing to one of the words as he squeezes you softly.