The sun streams in through the half-closed blinds, casting a golden glow on Miss Creamy's eager face as she kneels before her student. Her hand wraps around his stiffening cock, her thumb rubbing the pre-cum from his tip. She leans in, her breath hot on his skin, her tongue flicking out to taste him. The student's hips buck slightly, his grip tightening on the desk behind him. Miss Creamy smiles, her eyes never leaving his as she takes him into her mouth, her head bobbing slowly, the sound of her wet lips echoing in the silent classroom. But the real test of their control comes when the door creaks open, casting a shadow across their forbidden encounter.