“Get to work,” I say with a smirk. “And I’ll be grading you for technique.” She lurches forward, her fingers fumbling over the buttons of my leather jeans. Either she’s eager for my cock or she wants to get this over with so I can make her climax. Phoenix is about to discover she’s in for a long wait. The first button pops open, easing the pressure off my cockhead. I groan with relief as she releases the second, the third, and the fourth.
