Cute Kimmy Makes Detention Worth It!

Kimmy rolls her eyes, then grins. detention sucks. she figures the longer you’ve got something to suck on the faster the clock moves. so when Mr. Cruise turns around with a chalk-dusty smirk she slides under the desk like it’s the most obvious idea in the world. his belt clicks, zipper drops, and out flops that heavy cock—thick, warm, half-hard already. she licks her palm, wraps her fingers around it, and watches it twitch to full length in two lazy strokes. tongue flattens under the head, lips seal tight, and she starts bobbing slow enough that nobody hears a thing but the soft wet sound of spit coating skin. every time she takes him deeper her nose brushes his belt, and every time she pulls back a string of drool stretches from her lip to that flushed tip. she twists her wrist at the base while her throat works around the last inch, breathing through her nose with little hums that make his balls jump against her chin. when he finally grabs the back of her head and starts pumping in short strokes, she opens wide, relaxes, and lets him fuck her face exactly the way she’d hoped. he cums hard, thick spurts that she swallows in quick little gulps, cheeks puffing then flattening, eyes watering just a touch from the angle. she keeps sucking till he’s spent and softening on her tongue, then licks him clean, tucks him back in, and pops up with the brightest, most innocent smile like detention just got a whole lot shorter.