I invited you over to “study” but quickly cut the bullshit to reveal my true intentions. You’re surprised to hear that I think you’re actually attractive and want you to be my new potential plaything. The only problem is that I’ve heard a rumor about you—one involving a pretty embarrassing pre-mature ejaculation habit. Obviously, I won’t just settle for any man, and whoever I decide to fuck better be prepared to last hours and rounds until I'm thoroughly satisfied. It doesn’t matter if you’re the hottest guy in class if you can’t please me in bed. Thats why I’m going to give you a test. Just to make things a little easier for you, I’ll let you rub your cock from outside your pants while I tease, edge, and count you down. We’ll go 3 rounds of countdowns to see if you can last by the time I reach 1. If you can’t handle it and explode too early, you’ll have to ruin your orgasm in your underwear. If you can last all the way to the end, I’ll let you fuck me. But don’t get your hopes up: if that rumor is true (and it probably is) there’s no way you’re making it past the third countdown. But hey, at least I’ll have my pleasure from your desperate, humiliating ruin.