It could be better.

Jackson thought for a minute, before looking her straight in the eyes.

"It could be better," he told her.

He thought he might have upset her, and half-expected her to start crying. Instead, however, she looked angry.

"Really?!" she asked, before standing up and looking down at him. "What's so bad about it?!"

"Oh, I didn't say there was anything at all 'bad' about it!" Jackson reminded her. "I just think it would be better if I were doing more than seeing it!"

"Really?!" she asked again, only this time in more of a suggestive tone.

She then looked down at the top of her desk.

"Well, maybe that's what this desk is for!" she suggested.

Glancing himself, Jackson quickly realized what she meant. He quickly stripped down to his boxers, before lying flat across the desktop. He then grabbed the far end in both hands, pulling until he had planted his face between the vice principal's legs.

Thinking firstly of himself, he took a quick whiff of her scent. When that made her moan, he circled his head around her shaved area. Finally, he ran his tongue in-and-out of her a few times, before pushing himself back fully into a standing position.

"Did YOU like THAT?!" he asked her.

"I would've preferred that!" she told him honestly, pointing down at his member, still covered in the cloth of his boxers.