Nasty Candy at school

Candy stayed behind after the final bell. Everyone else had gone, but the ache between her legs had only grown louder. She knew exactly why she lingered, and she wasn’t ashamed of it. She slipped onto the wooden bench outside the headteacher’s office and parted her knees. Her uniform skirt rode high. Underneath, nothing but bare skin. She ran two fingers along her slit, found it already slick, and smiled to herself. One slow circle around her clit, then another, and her breath caught. Candy pressed two fingers inside. The stretch made her hips roll forward, and she bit her lip to keep the moan quiet. The hall was empty, but the thought of getting caught only made her wetter. She pumped her hand, thumb still flicking her clit, the wet sound of it sharp in the silence. Every thrust made her braver. She leaned back, legs wider, skirt bunched at her waist, and fucked herself harder. Her free hand slid up to pinch a nipple through her blouse, and the sharp pleasure made her thighs tremble. She didn’t care how long the headteacher took. Candy was going to come right here, dripping onto the bench, ready for whatever punishment came next.