That’s right Professor Lyman. In this tranced state, it’s so easy for you to accept your desire to have this cock inside of you. The cock of a young, hung college stud. You can feel its potency in your hand. So close you can smell the musk. So close you can taste the powerful precum.
And more than anything, you want this seed in your ass. To be bred by your student. But this only happens if you give my FitDimWits passing grades. Grades that allow them to stay on the team even after I’ve transformed them into meatheads and dumb jocks.
“Awesome of you to give me a B minus professor dude.”
“Keep fucking me like this and I’ll make it an A plus!”
Drifting deeper with every stroke. And as you go deeper, you know that it’s so easy to let go into this fantasy that you have longed to experience. Tonight, you are going to be a jungle boy. You’ll return to normal as soon as you cum – which you can only do with Coach’s permission.
For now though, you’ll enjoy that fantasy of being so primal… feel yourself losing more and more of your memories and knowledge with every stroke of that dick until all that is left is a simple jungle boy that relies on his instincts….
