The first drag of Professor Rammsteiner's tongue against his cock has him tensing up even further, eyes wide with an equal mix of surprise and pleasure. He had thought about what it would be like, of course. But experiencing it is much different. Professor Rammsteiner's tongue is a slick, heady sort of pleasure, teasing along the sensitive underside of his cock. It couldn't be more different than the feel of his own hand against his cock.
He doesn't really know what to do, where to put his hands, what he should be looking at. All the while, Professor Rammsteiner keeps lapping at him in slow, steady strokes, until his thighs are twitching and his shoulders drawn up, stiff and tense. His fingers twist at the fabric of his school robes.
Still, he doesn't say a word, not sure if he should say anything - or if there's anything to be said, really. His teacher is on his knees in front of him, every pass of his tongue sending heat through Jade's body in rolling waves. What does one say in a situation like that?
Jade's head bows, eyes closed, a slightly ragged edge to his breathing, as if he's on the verge of letting a groan slip out.
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He doesn't really know what to do, where to put his hands, what he should be looking at. All the while, Professor Rammsteiner keeps lapping at him in slow, steady strokes, until his thighs are twitching and his shoulders drawn up, stiff and tense. His fingers twist at the fabric of his school robes.
Still, he doesn't say a word, not sure if he should say anything - or if there's anything to be said, really. His teacher is on his knees in front of him, every pass of his tongue sending heat through Jade's body in rolling waves. What does one say in a situation like that?
Jade's head bows, eyes closed, a slightly ragged edge to his breathing, as if he's on the verge of letting a groan slip out.