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During my third class, I was bored and horny. The teacher is some old hag who can’t even stand up straight and always has food stains on her white button blouse. I raised my hand and asked to use the bathroom, but that wasn’t where I was going. I needed to escape for just a while.
The back stairwell in the school is like never used. So I shoved the heavy door open, looking behind me to make sure no one in the empty hallways would catch a glimpse of where I was going. I was in the clear. I skipped down a flight of steps to sit on the first landing.
In The Stairwell
I sat at the edge of the step and leaned into the railing. I fucking hate this place my parent sent me to. Seriously, I would do almost anything to get out of being here, but then again, I’ve kind of burned all my other bridges, and this is my last chance before Military school.
After pushing in my ear pods, I let my hand wander between my legs. Seeing all the hot bitches in tiny pleated uniform skirts all day drives me nuts. My little white panties were soaked. I thought maybe If I came, I’d be able to tolerate Mrs. Foodstains. Next, my fingers pulled over the white cotton of my wet panties, and my fingers started to play with my tight, teen pussy. My hips jerked a little as I stuffed two fingers into myself. The moan I let out echoed through the stairwell, and I suddenly didn’t care if I got caught. In fact, I prayed for the headmaster to waltz up the stairs at that very moment.
Would he punish me with his cock or simply observe my form?
Bad Bitch Belle 844-332-2639 Ext 444