Professor Dotadu, a man of intellect and restraint, finds himself alone in his office, surrounded by the scent of old books and the faint echo of his students' laughter. He loosens his tie, his mind wandering to forbidden thoughts. He unzips his pants, revealing his throbbing, uncut cock, a stark contrast to the academic decor. With a steady hand, he strokes his thick, veiny length, the sound of his palm meeting flesh the only noise in the quiet room. His eyes flutter closed, imagining the tight, warm embrace of a student he shouldn't desire.