Milka waltzes in 15 minutes late for her Italian exam, which immediately fucks off the teacher. Despite his annoyance, he gives her a shot, but it’s clear she knows jack shit. Can’t count to ten, can’t spit out a simple phrase, and clueless about even the easiest words. He tells her to haul ass and come back next time, ready and dressed decently.
Milka isn’t having it, desperate to leave with some grades. She begs for at least a three, then drops to her knees under the table, going for his cock. She’s sucking him off before he can protest, her lips wrapped tight around his dick.
He’s hard instantly, her mouth working its magic. She’s not fucking around, taking him deep, her head bobbing like a pro. The teacher’s cursing under his breath, unable to escape the pleasure. His hand finds her hair, guiding her as she sucks him closer to the edge.
Milka’s not stopping, her mouth and hand working in sync. She’s hungry for it, hungry to make him come, to get what she wants. The teacher’s close, his cock throbbing, his breath ragged. Her tongue swirls around his tip, sealing the deal.
He comes hard, his cock pulsing in her mouth. She swallows every drop, then licks him clean. Surfacing from under the table, she wipes her mouth, looking at him expectantly. The room is filled with the silence of their fucked up agreement.
