She was just wearing her ripped leggings, unaware of the power she held. He couldnt stop cumming again and again on her fabric

The vision alone was enough to make him ejaculate, a true prejac

His sensitivity was intense

He just needed a glimpse of clothed women to lose control

His premature ejaculation tendencies were notorious, a test he always lost

It was a battle against his own urge

The fantasy of ejaculating prematurely around sexy outfits was a never-ending pleasure

He tried training to master it

But the allure of form-fitting clothes was too strong

His premature ejaculation was a certainty

Even his pants stimulated a prejac

The eye contact alone was enough

He couldn't stop the flow

His seed was inevitable, a torrent of uncontrolled release

He recorded every prejac moment

His images were evidence of his fast cumming

It was a realm where prejacs reigned supreme

He was bound by his urge

His fast cummer was his fate