I skipped class to slurp his cock in uniform

I skipped my last class today, my school uniform still crisp with the pink bow in my pigtails, racing home because I couldn't stop thinking about his cock all day. The need built up so bad, my choker felt too tight around my neck, and by the time I burst through the door, I was on my knees in front of the window blinds, begging him to let me taste him. No more waiting—I owned this hunger, needy for every inch. My lips stretch wide around his thick shaft, tongue swirling greedily as I take him deeper, my eyes fluttering shut while soft moans escape between sucks. The sailor collar of my serafuku brushes his thighs, my white shirt rumpled, and I feel his balls tighten under my chin as I work him with desperate, sloppy devotion, forgetting everything but this perfect, throbbing reward.