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Shh, don't let her hear you," the professor whispers into the phone, his voice laced with erotic tension. The student, hidden in the locker room, is on the line, his hand wrapped around his hardening cock. "I'm right outside," the teacher continues, his own hand working his thickness. "Imagine I'm there, watching you, wanting you." The student's breath comes in ragged gasps, his strokes quickening. "You're so naughty, touching yourself like that," the professor pants, his voice a mix of encouragement and command. "Cum for me, boy. Cum all over your hand, just like a good student should.