The raging fires of her eyes. Skin sweltering bronze. Her body a hot, taut furnace. You were tracing her stomach, feeling the clear inserts under her skin. Her ponytail coiled behind your neck, reigning you ever closer. You could see her innocent smile form into a simper, her freckled visage taunting you. ‟What is it? You’re still shy? Dendra won’t notice a thing you do now” She urged you coquettishly. Stuck in the shadow of wooden paneling, your body was constantly assaulted by her senses. No, that was the other way around. You were getting light-headed. Her centuries-old perfume mixing with fresh tomboy sweat was an atom bomb over your brain. Gentle, sweet, acrid… with an added funk that made your essence throb. Not to mention the heat. Her muted pantyhose was missing, her bare legs ‘innocently’ rubbing over your trousers’ crotch. The way her thighs taunted you through her skirt’s fabric, daring you into hoisting them in your arms and squeezing her toned backside. ‟And don’t tell me you’re not in the mood today…Because I can tell, y’now?” She whispers sweetly over your shoulder. You hadn’t noticed when one of her hands jumped your shoulder, and the other sensually tracing poké balls on your chest. She’d imprinted herself so strongly on you, even her light peach fuzz sent overbearing signals down your spine. Her fine-lace blue panties, adorned with flowery nemophilas , were tainted a thick deep blue patch. She slid them down enough for you to *hear* her spent drip onto them. Them just inches away from your zipper. ‟Or are you thinking of *splattering* all over me, pícaro?” she said, pushing her body even deeper, hotter, closer into yours. Practically melting into her olive skin as you were both sharing fluids. Her fluttering ambers were all you were allowed to look into. That and the smile, of course. Can’t forget that.
‟Because I’m not waiting until school is over!” She grabbed your tie and tightened it around your neck ‟So just put it in me!”
>Yes.
>No.
