Ms. K takes it all

You feel something important - your 'soul' you suppose - being pulled at as Ms. K's glowing eyes bore into you, making your body quiver in instinctual terror, unable to move or look away, but unwilling to yield.

Though you can't look away from her eyes, memories of Ms. K's luscious body fill your thoughts, growing stronger and stronger by the moment. The stronger the mental picture of her in your head gets, the more pleasurable it feels to think of her, which in turn makes the thoughts of Ms. K grow even stronger...a loop that feeds back into itself without end.

The pleasure builds, until, without touching yourself, or even growing erect again, you start cumming, offering up more of your pitiful load to Ms. K's beauty...the feeling is indescribable, and you're only dimly aware of Ms. K's voice softly urging you to keep going, to offer up everything.

Visions of Ms. K posing erotically fill your mind to the brim, leaving you no room to even consider disobeying, and you come to one contact-free orgasm after another, each one feeling more and more intense, until your buck your hips and there's nothing left to offer in your balls.

You want to keep going, to keep offering up your seed to Ms. K, but your body is all tapped out. When that familiar pulling resurfaces, you give into it without a moment's hesitation...offering anything you can to Ms. K is worth it for the pleasure it'll bring you.

"Good boooy." The clearly aroused voice of Ms. K is the last thing you hear as a surge of pleasure hits you, followed by a sudden blackness.