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The term’s over and I’ve got all summer to work on something important… my oral skills. Dressed in my cute summer uniform, I drop to my knees eager to practise and perfect every sloppy technique. I want to be the best — the kind of girl the boys can’t stop talking about. I take it deep, slow, and messy, with eye contact, tongue action, and drool dripping down my chin. I’ve got weeks to train, and I’m already getting really, really good.