Oral From Ms. Stone

Lexi Stone sank between her student's knees with a grin that screamed do not tell the dean. Sunlight slid through the half-drawn blinds and striped her half-buttoned blouse like the world's tiniest warning label. Elias Cash gripped the arms of the reading chair, trying to stay upright while Lexi wrapped her soft hand around the base of his cock and gave it a friendly, tug-of-war squeeze. “Extra credit, remember?” she teased, and then her tongue traced a wet stripe from balls to tip, circling the flushed head twice before she swallowed him down in one determined glide. A muffled yelp slipped out of Elias. Lexi hummed at the vibration, lips shiny, cheeks gently hollowed. Spit clung in thin strings whenever she bobbed back to breathe; she didn’t bother to wipe it, just let it drip onto his shaft so her next stroke slid slick and filthy. She alternated slow, indecent slurps with fast, shallow pumps of her fist, thumb rubbing tight circles just under the head. Every time Elias twitched or moaned she rewarded him by sinking lower until her nose brushed his zipper. The chair creaked like it might split; neither of them cared. She popped off for one noisy gasp, gave him a quick, wicked smile, and dove back in, working throat, tongue, and wrist in busy tandem until his fingers knotted into her loose bun and the first hot spurt hit the roof of her mouth. Lexi swallowed, lingered for a last gentle lick, then sat back on her heels like she’d just finished grading a quiz. “A-plus,” she said, and tapped the corner of her lips with one painted nail.