She was just wearing her sporty outfit, unaware of the effect she held. He couldnt stop cumming again and again on her clothes The image alone was enough to make him cum, a pure prejac His arousal was uncontrollable He just needed a glimpse of sexy outfits to let go His prejac tendencies were infamous, a game he constantly lost It was a fight against his own instinct The idea of cumming in his pants around sexy outfits was a never-ending torment He tried hypnosis to manage it But the seduction of revealing clothes was too strong His prejac was a fact Even his jeans triggered a premature ejaculation The eye contact alone was enough He couldn't hold back His spunk was inevitable, a flood of premature release He recorded every prejac moment His images were proof of his prejac It was a world where premature ejaculators reigned supreme He was bound by his instinct His premature ejaculation was his fate