You let him pull you down

You stutter trying to answer, thoughts rushing through your mind, the same thoughts getting stuck on the image of his junk and the feeling of your own throbbing cock your starting to smell him now, a very masculine, musky scent, with a hint of berries to it? Your brain practically short circuits, and you let him pull you from your chair, going to your knees, somewhat to his surprise, leaving him to turn his lower body on the rotating chair. You are left face to face with his rather prodigious crotch.

“Well, I was gonna give you a better seat but this works too! Could be a warm up! Careful though, I’m pretty big!”

He says, a large hand going to rest on your head and firmly pull you closer to that sheath. He presses you against it quicker than you can open your mouth, the moist tip of his red rocket smearing some pre-cum on your face. Feeling his package rub against you, he shifts you down a bit lower, to rub his balls over your face instead.

“Ohhh, if you wanted me to mark you, you coulda just asked~”

He continues rubbing his balls over your face for nearly a minute, his cock seeming to extend a bit in that time. His attention eventually seems to pull away to the professor, who you can hear in the background moving on to the planned schedule for the class. Not that you manage to focus too much, as his hand lets up, and you soon find his emerging cock pressing insistently at your face.