You wanna see me, huh? [ There's a timbre to Adam's voice, low and teasing even though he's clearly also strung out. ] You want to watch me stroke my dick while I'm thinking about you?

[ He angles the camera a little, so that it makes a slow progress over his the colour of his skin above his white collar and loosened tie, the buttons of his shirt, taking his time until he gets to his crotch. Adam's hand is loosely fisted around his dick, black slacks open and his balls snug against the waistband of his underwear. He squeezes the tip, runs his thumb through the precome to smear it. ]

I used to think about this when you were with me in class. How much I wanted to touch myself. How badly I needed to touch you.