Oral Exam

Kitty should have been studying. Instead she stands in front of her teacher with nothing prepared, knowing exactly how she’ll pass this test. She drops to her knees, fingers already working his belt open. He stays silent, letting her prove she’s good with her mouth in ways that never make it into textbooks. She pulls him free, lips parting as she leans in, tongue flicking once before she takes him deep. Slow at first. Then she finds her rhythm, wet sounds filling the quiet room, saliva glistening each time she pulls back. Her black hair falls across her face. He brushes it aside, watching her cheeks hollow around him. She keeps going until he can’t hold back, and when he finishes she tilts her face up so every drop lands where he wants it.