Let me clean your glasses!

Candee sits at her desk, glasses sliding down her nose, papers everywhere. Homework has her head spinning. Her teacher watches for a minute, then steps in close. He reaches for her glasses and wipes the lens on his shirt. She looks up. The moment stretches. Then her hand finds the front of his pants. She takes him out, slow at first, lips parting, tongue sliding along the length before she pulls him deep. Her blonde hair falls forward each time she bobs, the wet sound of her mouth filling the quiet room. When she pulls back he strokes himself once, twice, finishing across her open mouth and cheeks. Cum drips from her chin onto the scattered pages. She smiles, face still glistening, tension gone.