Oral From Ms. Stone

Lexi Stone kneels in front of her desk, skirt hitched up, mouth stretched around Elias Cash. The boy's chair squeaks every time he jerks forward, and the bright classroom fluorescent light lays everything bare. She takes him deep, cheeks hollowing, spit running over her knuckles as she strokes what won’t fit. Her long hair falls across her face, and she uses her free hand to push it behind one ear so she can smirk up at him, tongue flicking at the head like she knows she’s the worst possible teacher on this side of town. Elias grips the edge of the desk, thighs shaking, just trying not to blurt her name out loud. Lexi laughs through her nose when a little slick noise slips out of her lips—she’s clearly proud of it. The door latch is down, but the old lock rattles every couple of minutes; anyone who walks by could hear that zipper hiss again and know precisely whose mouth is making those filthy gulping sounds.