Especially a girl such as Isabelle with such a stellar academic record, as well as always being a stickler for the school dress code. * * * Scarlett sat in the canteen, thumbing the phone under the table, making idle conversation with her friends. Sex videos ‘Scarlett!’ Isabelle said across the table. What? Is this what I’m like? ‘It can’t be comfortable to be getting so hot under your clothes.’
Scarlett mewled desperately. Isabelle blushed, but kept her gaze, smirking back. Don’t talk about that kind of stuff. ‘Issy, I really, really don’t want to, um, talk about it…’
‘Scarlett, don’t be silly now. She teased the sensitive nubs, rubbing circles with her fingers, pinching with her thumbs, tender tugs, soft squeezes. ‘I don’t, mmm, want to…’
She felt her bra, stroking the surrounding skin, then unclasped it. Will the girl of his dreams succumb to its power, or will she be able to resist? Scarlett savoured the taste, and her eyelids fluttered shut in a sublime, aroused serenity. Don’t talk about that kind of stuff. They were studious, confident, and independent women. If only Darius was here…
She continued massaging Scarlett’s breasts, urged by the coos of pleasure, her soft moans, her feeble protests. She was never one to procrastinate, and her attitude was no different towards seducing her friends. She had entertained
