Blowing the teacher

“So how’re you’re studies? Must be hard to keep up with all that work and the cheerleading too.” Larry said casually as they waited for a set of lights to change. The cheerleader just smiled back easily, “I keep ahead.” She answered noncommittally, but behind her eyes something else came to mind.

Focusing his powers Larry caught sight of the cheerleader on her knees, her mouth wrapped around a thick, hard cock as she worked her tongue over the head. Tilting back slightly she looked up into an older man’s face, one of her teachers probably.

The man was seated on the edge of his desk in a classroom, one hand on the back of the cheerleader’s head as he guided her mouth down onto his prick. Pushing a little more Larry rewound the memory in the girl’s head, tracing it back to where it began.