This was a bust....

You try to get up from your mounted position atop Professor Phoebe, but your legs are jelly. You let a moan escape your open, gaping mouth as your thighs shake in attempted response to your brain's commands -- no luck.

"Awww, that was pretty disappointing, Debbie." Professor Phoebe confesses, placing a hand upon your sex and actively rubbing you off now.

"Aaanghh.... n-nao....." You cutely shake your head as your teacher continues to rub all of your strength away. Y-you've got to get away.... you've got to...... you have to! You will!!

You can't. All you can do is cum, and cum, and cum again, each time harder than the last, under the skilled motions of Professor Phoebe's hands. You can't even try to fight back, she's just too much for you.... too much woman..... t-this might not turn out too well.