Students Only Think About Sex

Luna sits at an empty desk and stares at the professor, waiting. She starts unzipping his pants the second he drops into the chair, tongue already out. No notebooks. No pencils. Just wet mouth and a fat cock sliding between her lips. She sucks fast, wet noises echoing, one hand stroking the base, the other rubbing herself under her skirt. Every bob of her head smears spit down her chin. She wants the grade. She wants the load. She swallows every inch until the professor forgets the lesson and just grabs her hair, hips jerking. She looks up at him with watery eyes and hollowed cheeks. The clock ticks. The exam hasn't even begun.