Yes!

Mrs. Fletcher nods. "Taylor, perhaps you can help Sarah out." Taylor smirks. "Sarah doesn't look like she needs anyone's help, but, uh, I, like totally, can answer the question," she says with a vapid giggle, students laughing as Sarah sits there in the hazy afterglow. Taylor starts to reach into her bag. "Give me just a second. I wouldn't want to get a detention for breaking the rules."

You gape as Taylor fishes a thick, silicone dildo out of her backpack, and plops it down onto the desk, sticking straight up in the air. The floppy, hyper-realistic cock is massive as she opens wide and bends down to slides it between her puffy, pink lips. The boys in the class are entranced as she gets the toy nice and slick, her head bobbing at her desk for a moment before she pulls it out of her mouth with an audible "Pop!"

She grabs the glistening sex toy and spreads her legs wide open, putting her heels up on the corners of her desk to expose her dripping snatch. The slut moans as she plunges the dildo into her dripping snatch, eagerly humping it in front of her classmates. "He, like, makes up words and shit," she moans in response to Mrs. Fletcher's question, pistoning the thick toy in and out of her pussy.