In the shadowed wings of the music academy's grand hall, Alex fidgeted with his violin case, sweat beading on his brow. 'Professor Elena, this stress is unbearable—my hands won't stop shaking, and now this... this hard-on won't quit. The concert starts in minutes!' Elena, a formidable instructor with piercing eyes and unyielding posture, arched a brow at the obvious bulge straining his pants. 'Well, isn't that a sharp note in your symphony? Stress turning your cock into the lead instrument? We don't have time for distractions, boy.' She stepped closer, her voice laced with dry wit. 'Two minutes until curtain. If this erection is your opening act, let's improvise a quick finale.' Without enthusiasm but with commanding efficiency, her strong hand slipped into his trousers, gripping his throbbing length. 'Don't read into this—purely damage control. Focus on your performance, not mine.' Alex groaned, panting already. 'Elena, that feels... intense. You're really going for it?' She smirked, stroking firmly. 'Witty comeback later. Right now, shut up and let me handle your horny little problem.' But his cock stayed rock-hard, dripping pre-cum. 'Damn it, no time for half-measures.' Elena dropped to her knees, her ass shifting for balance as she took him deep into her mouth for a relentless blowjob. Her tongue worked expertly, saliva making everything wet and slick. She pulled back briefly, eyes flashing with control. 'You taste like pure tension—now cum for me so we can both move on.' Alex's body tensed, sweating profusely, as she deep-throated him again, her own pussy growing wet and dripping with unexpected heat despite her reluctance. Panting around his shaft, she gripped his ass, urging him faster. With a final, explosive thrust, he came hard, flooding her mouth with cum as she swallowed every drop, both of them left breathless in the ticking seconds before showtime.
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