What do you call a chick that’s down to suck your dick every day after school?

She's already on her knees before your backpack hits the floor, fingers working your belt with the practiced confidence of someone who's made this part of the daily routine.

You thread your fingers through her hair and feel her exhale warm against your skin, eyes lifting to hold yours as she takes her time — deliberate, unhurried, like she has nowhere else to be.

This is what you come home to. That mouth, that patience, that particular hunger she saves specifically for you when the last bell rings.