Smiling to herself, Delia began pressing her cum-covered fingers into her asshole. Tangled about in her sheets, Delia had her tight-fitting tee shirt pushed up and over her supple breasts, twisting the small, dark buds of her nipples between her fingers. While she didn’t necessarily dislike her body, Delia definitely felt that her face was the better asset. Even in the midst of her mildly panicked state, her heart skipped a beat. She needed to make them last. Finger-fucking herself at a steady pace, Delia varied how she played with her clit. Her tense body completely relaxed as Delia panted softly, savoring the post-climax serenity. There was always a certain someone that made concentrating in class quite difficult. His wide-set shoulders hinted at a stereotypical masculine character, like a James. Sighing, she closed her eyes, letting herself sink into her plush mattress as she slipped her hand under her panties. I’m Delia.”
“Nice to meet you too,” Ashley answered, sounding nonchalant, “Did you bring your textbook? It’s important that you coordinate—“
The majority of the students had already filed
