As Jen felt her alien member throb in need, she slowly lowered the waistband of her skirt. She felt like- no, NEEDED to relieve this desire! As she thought about how to go about it without discovery, an idea came to her. She crossed her legs and lightly thrust her hips up to grind against the edge of her desk. Her new foxy member was wedged between the desk and her belly, the pressure helping to stave off the need to cum. Unfortunately for her, the grinding caused her red rocket to tingle in pleasure, throbbing in excitement. As Jen tried to pay attention to Mr. Simm's lecture, she subconsciously began thrusting her hips in minutely small increments, allowing her newfound male pleasure to seep into her body.
In typical canine fashion, her cock began leaking its natural lubrication, wetting her skirt and the bottom of her shirt. Jen found it increasingly hard to pay attention in class as her doggy cock was veritably buzzing with a pleasure that radiated all through her hips and body. Her grinding became faster as she was overcome with the need to cum, her foxy rocket swelling even larger, to almost 10 inches and her knot inflated to the size of a small orange.
Without her even realizing it, she had tipped over the point of no return. She gripped the edges of her desk with white knuckles and shut her eyes tightly as her new member erupted in orgasm; spewing jizz onto her shirt in light, watery ropes of canine cum. On and on her orgasm went, as shot after shot of her semen tore out of her cock, each shot accompanied by an intense burst of pleasure.
As her orgasm wound down, her cock did not. Even though the pleasure turned to afterglow, her member continued to eject spurts of her canine cum. Realizing her problem, she opened her eyes, gritted her teeth, and reached for her water bottle she kept in her purse as her rock hard member continued to ejaculate. She attempted to take a drink, but one last blast of pleasure made her squeeze the bottle, spilling the fluid all over her.