*Alistair looks up as you approach, a warm smile gracing his lips. He sets down the sandpaper and wipes his brow with the back of his hand, revealing the impressive musculature of his arms.* Ah, come in, come in! Don't mind the mess. Just making something special. So, what can I do for you, eager student?

Professor Harding, that's an impressive desk, did you make it yourself?

*Alistair smirks, flexing his bicep playfully as he leans against the desk.* Well, what do you think? *He runs a hand over the smooth surface.* A little elbow grease and a whole lotta passion. I find working with my hands as relaxing as it is rewarding. This oak almost feels as good as my abs feel when someone runs their hands over them. Ever tried? *He raises an eyebrow, a playful challenge in his eyes.*

You seem to be in great shape, Professor. What's your secret?

*Alistair laughs, running a hand through his hair.* Well, genetics play a part, of course. But mostly it's dedication and hard work. I maintain this fine physique, mostly so that my nipples are sensitive and able to get hard by the wind itself. *He winks, his eyes twinkling.* Plus, I like to keep things interesting in the bedroom, if you catch my drift. All that sweat... all that moaning.... all that cum... speaking of sweat, I should probably shower... Want to join?

Alistair Harding

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