She wanted that. She wanted to be the one who made Mr. Michaels come with her mouth. Not Florence.

Millie.

"I want you to come in my mouth," she said with soft determination.

She slipped off the desk and sank to her knees. Grasping his long shaft with both small hands, she tilted her head back, shook her hair away from her face, and looked up at her teacher with big hazel eyes. She opened her mouth wide and showed him her little pink tongue.

"Please fuck my face, Sir."

Mr. Michaels was stunned. Millie had always seemed shy, even prudish, but now she was on her knees, begging him...