“You’re losing your oomph. Focus.”

Just like that, I’m somewhere else, on my knees and you’re looking at me with those same ‘try harder’ eyes.

“Hey, where did you go?”

“You know exactly where I went. Onto my knees, where you're telling me how I’m not doing a particularly good job swallowing your cock.”

Those perfectly good lips are wasted on that stupid smirk. Need them on me. Now.

You babble some rubbish excuse about a class you have to teach in fifteen minutes, but I’m already pulling you towards the staff rooms.

Focus, my ass. I'll focus, after this.