Schoolgirl romance

Vania and Lana sit two rows apart in history, but their eyes do all the talking. The second the bell rings they duck into the empty music room, lips already brushing. Vania pushes Lana against the piano and slides a hand up that short plaid skirt. Lana bites her lip, trying not to moan too loud. Every stolen moment feels hotter because someone might walk in any second. Later, in the girls’ restroom, they lock the stall and drop to their knees on the tile. One girl pulls a slim toy from her bag, slick and ready. She teases the buzzing tip over Lana’s soft blonde curls while Vania watches, fingers working between her own thighs. They switch, Lana taking control, pressing the toy deeper until her brunette girlfriend’s thighs shake and she has to bite her own wrist to stay quiet. By the time the final bell rings they’re flushed and breathless, hurrying to the back stairwell for one last rush. Skirts hiked, panties shoved aside, the toy still slick and humming between them as they grind together in desperate rhythm. They finish seconds before the hallway fills, straighten their uniforms, and walk out like nothing happened—already planning the next hiding spot.