The Library

"Um... 1939," you answer, your face in your hands as you pray for ****.

You're sitting in the library, just at a desk. Caoimhe sits next to you, examining a large textbook as she continues to question you, although she's getting increasingly frustrated.

"Jack, come on, you're not even trying!" Caoimhe complains.

"I am! It's 1939!"

"You think that the difference between veins and arteries is 1939?"

"Um... 1938?"

Caoimhe slams her book closed, clearly frustrated.

"This isn't working. We need to try something else."

"I'm open to other solutions."

"Alright. Take your dick out," Caoimhe says.

"Yes! This is a good method, I like it so far."

You pull down your pants, pulling your soft, floppy cock free. Its obscured under the desk you're studying at, so hopefully no one should notice. Caoimhe reaches under the desk, taking your soft cock in her hand and giving it a gentle squeeze and a tug.

"Jesus Christ," you groan. "Oh, that feels good."

"I can tell. You're already getting so hard in my hands," she says, giving you another squeeze to demonstrate, your cock hardening and growing further in response.

"This feels great," you say, relieved you don't have to answer anymore questions. "Stress relief is a major part of studying."

Caoimhe continues to rub your cock, her soft and slender fingers rubbing along your sensitive flesh. She holds your stiff, erect tower of flesh as she slides along it. You grow hornier and hornier, your balls eagerly getting ready to spray your cum across the room.

Suddenly, however, Caoimhe releases her grip on your cock. Your dick springs free, bobbing there for a moment as you're left desperately wanting to cum.

"What?" you ask.

"Alright, I have a few more questions," Caoimhe asks.

"Questions?! Sorry, love, I think you're confused. I didn't get to finish!"

"Oh, I'm aware," Caoimhe says. "But you don't need to destress. You need to focus and be motivated. So, here we are. Answer three questions right and you can finish."

"What, seriously?"

"Maybe this will keep you motivated to not mess around and pay attention."

Caoimhe looks at you expectantly. You really need to study, and you really need to cum.

"Fuck it, go. First question?"

"Alright, baby. Who invented the modern periodic table?"