Not caught

Danny’s breath hitched as he arched into his own grip, too lost in the rhythm of his own thrusts. The professor continued droning on but Danny had tuned him out, focusing solely on his cock and his pleasure.

Danny’s hand become quicker, stroking more vigorously, the porn tab emitted a particularly obscene squelch followed by load moans. Danny could feel his inevitable climax approaching, ignoring his lecture as he thrusted into his fist like a wild beast.

The orgasm hit Danny like a wave of intense pleasure. His back arched violently as his hand clenched around his throbbing cock, ropes of cum striping across his desk and across his own chest and face with a wet splat. "Oh fuck…" His voice cracked as he licked the cum off his lip.

Danny lay panting in his gaming chair coated in own seed as he stares blankly at the monitor, the porn still playing and his professor still teaching some equations Danny couldn’t care about.

His spent cock now slowly softening as it leaks the last drops of his cum.