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The lecture about rocket thrusters and heat transfer makes me really horny, my rocket expanding due to increased o fuel flow, so I remove my rocket from it's secret lair in my pants. My rocket science teacher gives me a glare and walks over to me. But instead of yelling at me like I thought she would, she says seductively, "Let me lubricate your rocket for you," and starts to unbutton her blouse. As soon as she removes all of her clothes, she takes off my jeans and my boxers as I caress and lick her tits. Staring up at me with a look of bestial lust, she started to pump my rocket in and out of her mouth, sweet and moist, faster and faster. The feeling of my rocket in her mouth are insane. But soon she can't contain herself any longer, so she pushes me onto my back on the table, straddling her beautiful body on my hips. I guide my rocket into her spaceport, and she starts to bob her spaceport up and down my rocket on top of the table, moaning and purring with ecstasy. Her back arches, as the rhythm and tactile pleasure increases tenfold again and again and again and again as my rocket thrusts in and out of her spaceport, the oily lubricant of her spaceport facilitating the euphoric sensations in my rocket