Sucked By My Tutor

Athena looked at Johnny's test with that big grin she gets when someone's actually paid attention. "Fuck yes," she muttered, slapping the paper on the desk. "First one in here to ace a quiz in weeks." She stepped close enough he could smell whatever perfume she wore, then dropped to her knees without even waiting for permission. Belt open. Zip down. She had his cock out and in her mouth before he could say anything. Her lips slid down until her nose pressed into his stomach, throat working as she swallowed. She bobbed fast, hand twisting at the base, making these sloppy wet sounds that filled the empty classroom. Every time she pulled off she left strings of spit hanging, then went right back down like she had something to prove. Johnny grabbed the edge of the desk. The math didn't feel real anymore. All he could think about was the way her cheeks hollowed and how her eyes watered when she took him deeper each time. Athena pulled off just long enough to gasp, "Good boy," before shoving herself back down on him until her mascara ran.