Does This Count As Cheating?

“Oh my~! GAWD~!” I find myself squealing under my breath now. My hips were swiveling my chair, pushing it more into the jocks face below the desk, one of my hands in my hair, the other gripping onto the pencil hard, almost white knuckling it, as I hover over his paper while he licks me.

“Shut the fuck up and get to work, bitch~” He growls below me, making a show of strength as he grips my thigh nice and hard, almost threatening to leave a bruise on it. “Unless you want to be caught?” He teases, before once again shoving his face between my legs as he devours my already soaking wet pussy.

“F-fine~! Just… please don’t stop…” I whimper as I scoot my chair forward slightly, getting closer to the desk as I lean over his paper and try to focus. Every flick of his tongue sends my already stupider mind into a lustful frenzy, only focusing on the pleasure as the words on the paper start to look more fuzzy and out of focus.

What is Husband and Wife Privilege?

The privilege to um… uh… fuck that feels so good~! Ngh~! The privilege to… Ngh~! Shit~! The privilege to fuck her slutty brains out~!

Who may assert Privilege?

Who can assert? Oh fuck~! Yes~! YES~! Um… Who~? The husband and his fat cock of course~! He’s SO assertive~!

When Privilege is unavailable?

It’s ALWAYS available with a good free-use housewife like me~! Oh FUCK YES~! Please don’t stop~!

The man below me must have caught wind that this wasn’t working the way he had hoped. In all fairness, I’ve been too busy lost in my own pleasure that it took me 10 minutes just to answer those three questions… and though those answers were right for me, I don’t think they were correct for this exam.

After a couple more seconds he rolled his eyes and pulled back, looking up at me now. “Listen slut, if you can’t take my fucking test for me, then I’m not eating this old ass cunt for nothing!” He growls, giving my pussy a harsh smack that pulls a quick yelp out of me, and brings some attention up to the front from the rest of my class.

“How old do you think I am? I’m only 25!” I say with a small scoff, though my blushing cheeks and glossy eyes made me look more like the typical age of a sorority slut you’d see on campus.

“And that’s old enough to know better.” The boy growls below me. “So, are you gonna finish my test? Or…” He says with a cocky smirk, as he reaches down and undoes his belt and pants, pulling them down to his ankles and revealing a massive fucking cock, flopping unceremoniously onto the floor as he isn’t even hard yet. “Or are you going to have to make it up to me another way?” He says with a raised eyebrow and a cocky grin that looked almost daring.

I hesitated for a second, my eyes glancing across the mans toned body, hesitating in his deep, lustful, and dangerous gaze, as well as the thick cock that was slowly growing by the second. I knew I couldn’t finish this test for him… and if he told anybody about this who knows how much trouble I’d be in? I knew what I had to do now… even if it wasn’t ideal.

“Fuck it…” I moaned, glancing up to the rest of the class who had already pulled their attention back to their tests. Once I saw the coast was clear I slid off of my chair and onto my knees as I positioned myself just above his cock. “Just this once…”