and it slapped back against his tie and dress shirt, splattering precum.
explain a few equations to me. I noticed he occasionally slid his right
“Uh … sort of, Mr. Studman.”
my teacher’s legs. I leaned forward and took a deep whiff of my first
instructed as he looked up at me.
his horniness. His manly musk filled my nostrils. I grabbed the base
manly smells.
better?”
Mr. Studman smiled down at me. He released his grip on his cock,
lesson I’d like to teach you.” Mr. Studman said as he rolled his office
of his veiny shaft and placed my wet lips around his bulging, oozing
best students how to hahemselves in all the different situations
hung heavily, framed by the dark blue fabric of his dress pants.
“That’s OK, Andy. We’ll try again on Thursday. I know these lessons
hand under his desk, but wasn’t sure what he was doing. I tried to
chair away from his desk, revealing his big thick cod balls. They
ig.
“Well, Andy, are you beginning to uand these equations any
Studman explained as he leaned ba his chair, spread his legs, and
socially and intimately. I feel these are lessons you o learn,” Mr.
stroked his cock to full staff. “Shall we get started?”
,” Mr. Studman
is our philosophy not only to teach academics, but also to teach our
are hard. We still have another half hour left, and I have another hard
“You see, Andy, the faculty at this school prides itself on giving our
I stood staring at his huge cock, my knees grew weak. I k between
I stretched his fly open wider. Thick swirls of gray cock hair framed
they may find themselves in with other men ― in life, in business,
I pulled my chair up tight o Mr. Studman and he began to
most promising students, like yourself, a well-rounded education. It
mancock. I grabbed the bulge growing in my pants, as I sniffed his