its just that every time i progress i stall and bullshit and dont wanna do it anymore becusae im too busy laughing at the imagery fsadfs

He makes his way to his quarters with the package slowly, as to not cause any alarm or awareness to his movements. He locks the door and slowly sheds slacks and underwear. Any fleeting thoughts about how they know this are melting away pretty fast. They’re jerkoffs. And major mood-killers. Nothing kills a boner faster than thinking about your jeering enemies that are paid to attempt to kill you a good majority of the week.