Right. Relaxing. That's what he had been trying to do earlier, before...
He can't really remember why he had stopped. It's strange to think how much just a few fingers thrusting in and out of him can addle his mind. Still, now that Professor Rammsteiner spoke, it's impossible not to imagine how it'd feel to have his cock inside him, and that doesn't really help him relax.
He tries, though, attempting to regulate his breathing again. He keeps still, trying to just relax and not squeeze down around Professor Rammsteiner's fingers as they stretch his already-stretched muscles even further.
Gradually, he starts moving again, lifting his hips slightly to meet the thrusts of Professor Rammsteiner's fingers. The slide of those fingers against his slickened walls makes him moan quietly.
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He can't really remember why he had stopped. It's strange to think how much just a few fingers thrusting in and out of him can addle his mind. Still, now that Professor Rammsteiner spoke, it's impossible not to imagine how it'd feel to have his cock inside him, and that doesn't really help him relax.
He tries, though, attempting to regulate his breathing again. He keeps still, trying to just relax and not squeeze down around Professor Rammsteiner's fingers as they stretch his already-stretched muscles even further.
Gradually, he starts moving again, lifting his hips slightly to meet the thrusts of Professor Rammsteiner's fingers. The slide of those fingers against his slickened walls makes him moan quietly.