Instead of studying

Anne had homework, but the boredom won. She pulled a red dildo from her bag and slipped it between her lips, sucking it slow and wet. The door opened. Ioana stood there, eyes locked on the toy glistening in Anne’s mouth. She didn’t look away. She stepped closer, hunger already written on her face. Anne kept sucking, watching Ioana watch her. Ioana’s hand reached out, touched Anne’s thigh, and the textbook slid to the floor. Anne pulled the toy free with a soft pop. Ioana’s fingers followed, tracing the same path the dildo had taken. Anne leaned back, legs parting. Ioana climbed over her, mouth finding Anne’s, tasting the rubber and the heat. Anne’s hand slipped under Ioana’s skirt. Ioana pressed her thigh between Anne’s. They moved together on the narrow bed, the dildo rolling beside them, forgotten until Ioana reached for it again. She teased Anne’s entrance with the tip, then pushed it in while her tongue flicked over Anne’s nipple. Anne moaned, hips lifting, fingers tangled in Ioana’s hair. The homework stayed on the desk. The only lesson happening now was the one they were teaching each other with every thrust, every lick, every shared gasp.