Custom: Wow, that. was. EPIC!!! That was better than I could've imagined: the clothes ripping was excellent and I loved the creative embellishments on the script! And you looked so hot putting your professor in his place! Do you want to make another clip? I wrote a sequel below:After that visit to my office when you taught me a lesson, I tried to go home without anyone noticing the cum stains all over my pants but I ran into too many students I knew who saw the cum stains and complained to HR. Now I've been fired for lewd behavior, and you've come to my office to say goodbye. You walk in weari...
Custom: Wow, that. was. EPIC!!! That was better than I could've imagined: the clothes ripping was excellent and I loved the creative embellishments on the script! And you looked so hot putting your professor in his place! Do you want to make another clip? I wrote a sequel below:After that visit to my office when you taught me a lesson, I tried to go home without anyone noticing the cum stains all over my pants but I ran into too many students I knew who saw the cum stains and complained to HR. Now I've been fired for lewd behavior, and you've come to my office to say goodbye. You walk in wearing a sleeveless, thin button down blouse (if you need to cut the sleeves off beforehand that's fine), jean shorts, and flats or flip flops. You see me packing my belongings and laugh out loud and say "Wow, it's true. You really were fired. If only I didn't you to cum in your pants, you'd still have a job." You walk over and sit on the corner of my desk, smile, and start swinging your leg and dangling your shoe off your foot. After a few seconds, while still swinging your leg and dangling your shoe, you say "I kinda feel bad about ruining your career - if I had known what ripping my clothes off would do to you I might have just threatened to do it instead." You lean in closer, look down at my lap, and say "Are my feet giving you a boner Ian? You haven't taken your eyes off them since I sat down and you're already bulging out of your pants." You pause for a second, smile, and seductively say "Do you want me to do some fun things to your cock with my feet? To make up for getting you fired?". You then say "You do? Well you just don't learn do you, you pervert?" You stop swinging your leg and stand up. In a progressively angrier and angrier tone, you say "I guess getting you fired wasn't enough. I'm going to rip THESEclothes off, and then I'm going to call the cops and tell them YOU DID IT!" You grab your blouse and start to rip it apart, and as you're ripping it apart you say in a very bratty tone "I hate losers like you perving out on college girls, you disgusting fucking creep! Like you'd ever have a chance with one of us!" (When you're ripping the blouse, don't just rip the buttons off and then take it off. Rip the fabric on the side of the blouse first, and then rip the fabric on the front of it. In fact, try to either not rip all the buttons or rip them last. Also, don't rip the blouse totally off. Rip it to the point that it's hanging off you in tatters, but is still barely on you.). You see that I'm really hard and you laugh and say "Wow professor, you're about to blow your load again! After I rip my shorts off I'll let you use them to clean up the mess in your pants!", and you proceed to rip your shorts off. After you rip them off you slowly walk toward me in your panties and what's left of your blouse, look down at my lap, laugh and say "Oh no, another huge wet spot. Have fun explaining that to the cops." You drop your destroyed shorts in my lap, and say "You might be able to clean up some of that cum with these, Ian. Not that it matters much. Asshole." You turn and yell "Help, help!" and run out of my office, leaving me to my fate.
