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My penis grew full, ready to pop and vibrated along to her bodies electric symphony. The sight of her sent lightning through me and made her lectures a bit difficult to pay attention to. Professor Jasmine Black, oh what a gorgeous professor! A body of caramel gold and lips that glistened with seduction that called out to my overly sensitive manhood. Her eyes were a gorgeous brown and her hair short and curly, done up to compliment the professional setting. The dress she wore, casual yet could barely hide her thick hips and bubbly butt. With breasts that could coax the most stubborn prick of it’s cum, it was no wonder she made the inside of my shorts sticky and wet. Not to mention the sway of her hips as she would walk to her car and drive away, a sway so hypnotic it entranced me enough to follow her home. And so I did.
It was a short methods but felt like an eternity as my penis pumped out more goo and my heart continued to pound. Just seeing her face through the rearview mirror was enough to put me on edge, but I held back the urge to spurt and pushed foward.
At her home, I waited down the block and watched as she swayed into her front door. It was about seven o’clock now, and the light was soon to be faded. I slowly crept my car across the road from her house, and then waited.
It was now late in the begining of night, and I had lost track of time, but the lack of sunlight and a luminous moon told me it was time. I got out of my car, and crept toward her home, still stiff and leaking lakes of seed and lust.
Her home was quiet inside, and most lights were off, seemingly, she lived alone. I got around the side and came to a locked fence. I looked around at first to check if anyone was watching, and then I whistled to alert any feasible dogs. When the coast was clear, I hopped over the fence. In the back, she had a patio with a bench, I snuck over to the bench and crouched down. The back door was a sliding glass and you could see right through, the only light shinning was that of the TV. It shone right onto a sectional couch, and blessed me with a sight that nearly made me pass out with euphoria. Jasmine Black, so delicate and so lickable, lay splayed out and garmentless, slowly stroking her nipples and making faces of pleasure. Though it was difficult, I brought myself to avert my eyes and look over at the TV. What was playing was a video of herself and another woman and a random man, both of which I did not recognize. The man was tied to what seemed to be a makeshift cross and both Professor Black and the other woman were going at his cock, teasing him and pulling away each time he began to cum. I looked back at Professor Black and she was now stroking a long, girthy dildo in and out of herself, clearly having her very own climax. This was the last straw for me, and I could not contain myself. I pulled my cock out to stroke it, but the second it was out it was too late. I was cumming. I writhed as my cock pulsated and shot multiple jets of sperm, covering the back of the bench I was perched behind. My moans couldn’t be contained and my body could no longer crouch as I fell over to the side of the bench, triggering the automatic lights of the patio. ‘Oh fuck,’ I exclaimed in a whisper, both from the power of the orgasm and the fear of being caught. I got up, pulled up my shorts and ran to the fence, hopped back over and darted to my car. I ducked down inside, waiting, afraid to begin the ignition and alert Professor Black.
After an hour or so, my paranoia subsided and with my penis now limp and useless, I started my car.
I drove off, empty of cum and full of shame.

NSFW: yes

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