Blame It on the Tool

Bianca Bangs is supposed to be hitting the books, but her eyes keep sliding toward the handyman. Jack Vegas has been wrestling with a stubborn bolt for the last ten minutes, and something stiff keeps getting in his way. She sets the pencil down and crawls closer. The zipper comes down, she wraps her hand around him, gives a slow stroke, then brings her mouth in. Tongue flicking, lips gliding, she works him until he’s straining. He leans back against the table, lets her do the work. Bianca looks up with a grin that says she knows exactly how this ends. A few more quick strokes and he’s done, finishing across her face in thick ropes that land warm on her skin. She wipes a stray drop from her lip, laughs, then goes right back to her homework like nothing happened.