Oral From Ms. Stone

Lexi Stone drops to her knees like she's done this dance before. "Come here, baby," she says, already tugging Elias Cash's belt loose. His cock springs out, half-hard and getting thicker by the second. She licks her palm, wraps her fingers around the base, and strokes him with steady, practiced strokes until he's fully hard in her grip. Then her mouth closes over the head. Hot. Wet. She sucks with purpose, cheeks hollowing as she takes him deeper each time. Spit runs down his shaft. Her lipstick smudges at the corner of her lips. Elias grabs the edge of the desk, knuckles white, trying to keep it together. She glances up at him with those wicked eyes, one hand pumping him while she works the underside with her tongue. Every now and then she pulls off just long enough to smirk and say something filthy—like she's proud of herself for turning this straight-A student into a mess in under two minutes. Her free hand squeezes his balls gently, rolling them while she pushes forward until his tip brushes the back of her throat. He curses under his breath. She moans around his cock like she likes hearing it. And when she feels him start to tense, she picks up the rhythm, bobbing faster, taking him deeper until her nose nearly touches his stomach. Every slick, greedy sound fills the empty classroom—proof she's not stopping until he finishes exactly where she wants him.