CutiesGalore presents Bethany

I'm nineteen. Blonde. Still in class. The only reason I signed up for English was the teacher—tall, confident, the kind of man who makes my mind wander straight into the gutter. I watch his hands while he writes on the board and imagine them between my thighs instead. Homework is a joke now. I sit at my desk, book open, panties already damp, and the second the door clicks shut behind me I lose the battle. Fingers slip under the waistband, find the wet heat waiting there. I rub slow at first, then harder, breath catching every time my clit swells against my fingertips. The room fills with the soft, slick sound of it. My hips rock. My other hand squeezes my breast through the thin school blouse, nipples stiff and aching. I kick off my skirt, spread my legs wider, and push two fingers inside—tight, pulsing, greedy for more. Soon it's three, stretching me, the wet slap of my palm meeting my skin as I fuck myself faster. I bite my lip to keep quiet but the moans still slip out. My whole body tightens, toes curling against the sheets, until the orgasm crashes through me sharp and sudden, leaving me shaking and slick and already thinking about the next time he catches my eye in class.