Detention Distraction

Aderes Quin looked up from her desk and blinked. Tyler Cruise again, back in detention like he owned the place. She crossed her arms, leaned back in her chair. "Tyler, you're not exactly the model student I pictured heading off to college. What's going on?" Tyler slumped into a desk, staring at the floor. "Broke up with my girl. Can't focus on shit." Aderes' lips curled into a wicked smirk. She stood up, walked over, and parked herself right in front of him. "Alright, kid. Maybe you need a different kind of lesson. Stand up." He did. She dropped to her knees, fingers already unbuckling his belt. "Pay attention, Tyler. This will be the kind of motivation that sticks." She yanked his pants down, wrapped her hand around his cock, and gave it a long, slow stroke. "College is gonna throw all sorts of distractions your way. You learn to handle yourself, you pass." Tyler groaned as she spit on his shaft, rubbed it in, then took him into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the head, sucking him deep. Every few seconds she pulled off, looked up at him with that cocky grin. "Focus. This isn't just a blowjob, it's study hall." He gripped the desk as her head bobbed faster, saliva dripping down his balls. She reached up, played with his nuts, then slipped a finger behind them, teasing. Tyler's breathing got ragged, hips twitching. She popped his cock free, jerked him hard. "You gonna nut all over your teacher's tits? Yeah, you are." She pulled her shirt open, pushed her breasts together. He shot thick ropes across her skin, groaning loud enough to echo down the empty hall. Aderes wiped her chest with two fingers, licked them clean, and winked. "That's how you stay motivated, Tyler. Now sit your ass down and do your homework."