Naomi can't fight her urges anymore

"But what?" Mr. Hendrix says as he starts standing up, but his eyes instinctively dart back down Naomi's body. The hand she moved to cover herself was now putting on a show instead. Naomi already had two fingers buried all the way up to the knuckle inside her dripping womanhood as her other hand moved to massage her breast.

"I need to relieve some tension..." Naomi said through increasingly heavy breathing, "I hope you don't mind."

Mr. Hendrix sat staring at Naomi in shock as she masturbated in front of him. After a few minutes, Naomi leaned over his desk and began moaning loudly as she pushed his papers and books off the desk to make room for her torso. By the time Naomi's third finger joined the first two, she had cleared everything off Mr. Hendrix desk so she could lay down on it for maximum comfort. Finally, Mr. Hendrix broke out of his trance and jumped to his feet. "Naomi! You can't do this here!"

"Why...not...?" Naomi gasped between moans and panting.

"I can't let you masturbate on my desk!" Mr. Hendrix said loudly through his teeth as he looked at the mess she made, both on the floor with his papers and books, and on his desk from the fluids pouring out of her lower lips.

"Fine...by...me..." Naomi continued to pant, now moving her hand from her breast to Mr. Hendrix's pants. Mr. Hendrix, once again in a state of shock by this student's baffling actions, hesitated for only a moment, but it was a moment too long. Naomi had freed his dick, which was nice and hard from watching Naomi, and had a firm grip on it. "Put...it...in...me..." Naomi demanded as she kept working her pussy. Mr. Hendrix shook his head vigorously, but Naomi held tight. Slowly she began to stroke the cock she had a grip on.

After a couple slow painful minutes of resistance, Mr. Hendrix gave in to the erotic touch and steamy show Naomi was providing him, "Fine, let me lock the door at least!," He whispered loudly at Naomi. She released him and continued her self-pleasure.