Power through a few more pages

As tempting as it would be to take a break and finger yourself, you don't know if that would even help in the end; if anything, it might just make you more ****. Steeling yourself, you shake the kinky thoughts from your mind and focus on the papers in front of you.

Barely, you manage to write a few more words between each distracting thought. You answer a question, then picture yourself getting fucked. You think back to your studying, then imagine cumming in the middle of the exam room. You fill out a few multiple choice bubbles and suppress a moan. Idly you suck on the end of your pencil and imagine fucking yourself with it. What if you lost control? The prolonged pleasure must be messing with your mind, but you find it increasingly tempting to simply succumb to the pleasure. What if you tore your clothes off right here and finger-fucked yourself. You probably weren't passing the exam anyway at this point. The thought seemed to increase the effect of the implant. You imagine stripping down and begging to be fucked. Giving in to the pleasure, submitting to your desires and the temptations of the implant. Being on display like that, showing the whole class how **** and horny you were, it made you so wet.

"One hour remaining!" The teacher speaks up from the front of the class and you shake the haze from your mind. You involuntarily whimper as you rub your thighs together. Your panties are soaked, you feel your face flush red, and your breathing is heavy. Still, a small spark of hope shines through the fog of lust. You were more than halfway done. If you can focus for another hour and keep writing, the ordeal would be over soon enough. Your pussy pulses in protest, but you look back at your papers and continue writing.