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
