In the confines of the school bathroom, a student's lust knows no bounds. He's alone, but the teacher's nearness only intensifies his desire. His cock is rock hard, pre-cum beading at the tip. He grips it firmly, his hand moving up and down in a blur. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the room, his hand moving faster, harder. His face contorts in pleasure, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The slap of his cock against his palm echoes, a primal rhythm that pushes him closer to the edge. He's lost in his pleasure, his body tensing, when the teacher's voice rings out, breaking the spell. But it's too late, he's already painting the stall with his hot, sticky cum.