Tony had always hated math—until Kenzie became his tutor.
The moment she walked in, his focus shattered. She wasn’t just smart; she was fucking stacked, with curves that made quadratic equations seem irrelevant. And Kenzie? She knew exactly how to hold his attention.
When Tony hesitated over basic algebra, she didn’t just explain the formula—she dropped to her knees and measured his cock with her mouth, proving that hands-on learning worked best. When geometry confused him, she bent over the desk, her tits spilling out, and purred, “Angles aren’t the only thing we’ll be studying today.”
Her methods were unorthodox, but effective. The more Tony struggled, the more personal her lessons became. Fail a problem? She’d ride him until he saw stars. Get one right? She’d reward him with her tits in his face, moaning, “See? You’re smarter than you think.”
Soon, Tony faced a delicious dilemma: Did he want to actually pass, or keep fucking up for more of Kenzie’s special tutoring?
Part of him craved that A+, just to prove he could do it. But the other part? The part that throbbed every time she whispered “wrong answer” before unzipping his pants? That part hoped he’d fail just one more time…