Showing the hot female professor your STD result sheet as proof that you had a doctor appointment. TFM.

Earlier today I entered my aviary, within which I own two pink rare birds. These birds are scared to hell of me and will go nuts when I am inside. I began scaring them, making them fly over the small aviary, eventually I picked one and made sure he never had any rest in between fear-flights. Once he was tired, I began to corner him, I grabbed him, he began biting and clawing at me, I threw him onto the ground, and kicked him. I did not expect him to be alive after this, but he was very much so – and still quite feisty, but unable to really fly now. I pulled down my pants and got on my knees, I began masturbating with my left hand, while I had the bird in my right hand. I was holding onto him by his tail feathers, keeping him upside-down, whenever he would attempt to fly away, I would whack him against the wired wall of the aviary. Eventually his tail feathers fell off, he fell to the ground – he made no attempt to escape. I latched onto him, he began biting me. Whenever he would try to chew on me, I would cease masturbating and flick him in the head and mildly tighten my grip. Two minutes passed and the bird’s eyes started to close, his head is tilted whichever way gravity wished, no longer shaking in fear at what is happening to him. Soon after, the bird died. While it was not my intention to kill him, I was pleased at that moment, as it gave me the opportunity to cum on his face, which I would not have attempted to do so easily while he was alive and attempting to bite anything he could. I got up, my legs and pants were covered in birdseed and feathers, I left them off, knowing I would need to clean up. I threw the corpse at the second bird as I left the aviary. It has been 3 hours, that second bird has not moved an inch since I left; it is very possible that he will die of pure stress.