Ignoring ALL Distractions

Lexi hunched over her textbook when the door swung open. Pristine, barefoot, letting the robe slip from one shoulder, marched straight up to the desk. "It's our time," she announced, voice low and hungry. Lexi lifted a pen, eyes locked on the page. "Five more pages. I told you—no break." Pristine’s smile slid sideways. "So keep writing." She stepped behind the chair, slid her hands beneath the front of Lexi’s flimsy tank, palms warm and greedy. Lexi’s next breath caught, but the pen kept moving. Mouth brushing an earlobe, Pristine whispered, "I know what helps you focus." She dropped to her knees, tugged the desk chair back an inch, dragged down Lexi’s shorts, and pressed an open-mouthed kiss between her thighs. Lexi twitched but forced another sentence onto the page. The pen trembled when Pristine used her tongue in slow, deliberate circles. The room filled with the scrape of steady writing and the wet, quiet sounds beneath the desk. Lexi’s thighs tensed, but she finished another paragraph. Another page turned. Pristine eased two fingers inside her, slow, dragging each knuckle until Lexi gasped but refused to lift the pen. Her cursive smudged. Pristine shifted, licking harder now, one arm braced across Lexi’s lap to hold her down. Lexi whispered curses at trigonometry formulas while her cunt fluttered around Pristine’s tongue. Sweat dotted the page. At last the final line scratched out. Lexi shoved the notebook aside, snapped the textbook closed. "Done." She spun the chair, grabbed Pristine’s hair, pulled the older woman up onto her lap. "Your turn—now." Pristine laughed, low and wild, already straddling her stepdaughter, both of them suddenly free to finish what homework had only barely interrupted.