![]() ![]() ![]() I was completely naked, covered in sweat, my hand was completely buried in my pussy, and the entire room smelled like sex. She looked both shocked and angry at the condition she had found me in. "Ahem" I turned around and standing at the doorway was my history teacher. I guess I hadn't heard the door open and only realized someone else was in the room when she cleared her throat. From anyone who was walking by the door it would be incredibly obvious what I was doing in the room. I was completely unconscious of the noise I was making. I was nearly humping my fingers with my body, so much so that the wood chair was wet with my own juices. I tilted my head back, closed my eyes, and just let my hands do all the work. I was so, incredibly wet already and that would only make my job much easier. Without putting on my pants again, I went back to working on my history paper.Īfter working for a bit longer I realized I was still incredibly horny. I stopped the videos, took a few naked selfies, and quit the program. I continued finger fucking myself until I came very loudly. A few moans slipped out of my mouth, increasing in volume with every moan. I gradually added another finger and ground my hips onto my fingers. I then tilted my hips up toward the camera and performed. I spread my pussy lips with one hand and slipped a finger inside my hole with the other. I positioned myself so that the camera could see my shaved pussy and began to play. I knew there was no stopping now, so I removed my hand and then stood up to shimmy my shorts off my hips. I could immediately feel how wet I really was. I watched my face on the computer screen as I began to pleasure myself. I immediately felt some of the wetness in my pants slip out onto my panties. This sent electric-type shocks right down to my pussy. Eventually I took out one of them and started squeezing the nipple. I began to fondle my chest and squeeze my breasts through my tank top. I clicked the record button and started a video.Īt first I just looked at myself for a bit. My breasts were average size, only a B cup, but all my previous boyfriends seemed to be satisfied so I wasn't concerned. ![]() I could see them poking through the thin material of my tank top. The arousal I had been experiencing had apparently translated into my nipples being hard. I was clearly overheated, as it was June in an un-airconditioned building, but my long, straight brown hair looked pretty good. There was little chance of him responding, but maybe he would, who knew? Soon I found facebook boring and I opened the Photo Booth application and began to examine myself in the camera. I opened up Safari and clicked onto facebook. It was only a few hours before the paper was due and I only had about half of it done.Īfter a while, I realized I was getting nothing done and there was no point at even trying to work. I tried to ignore it by turning up my music and attempting to focus on my history paper. All of a sudden, I had a rush of arousal. My tanned thighs were sticking to the wood and my tank top was nearly soaked through with sweat. I was sitting in one of the study rooms in the back of the building on a hard wooden chair. ![]() It was hot as hell in the old school library. ![]()
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