The morning sun filtered through the curtains of Harlan's bedroom, casting a warm glow over the tangled sheets. Harlan stirred in his sleep, a low moan escaping his lips as waves of pleasure pulled him from dreams. His cock, thick and heavy with morning wood, throbbed insistently. He blinked awake slowly, his vision clearing to the sight of Emily—his devoted master's student, completely naked, kneeling between his spread legs. Her pert breasts swayed slightly as she worked, her tongue flicking over the swollen mushroom head of his dick. But what really jolted him was the absurdity and heat of the scene: three donuts stacked precariously on his shaft like obscene rings, one already half-eaten, crumbs dusting her chin.