“A week’s detention. Alone. Back to class, Ashley.”
Holding the confiscated phone, she thumbs the intercom.
“No calls, no interruptions, thirty minutes.”
“Yes, Ms Jackson,” is the giggling reply.
She pulls up her skirt and caresses the long, swollen clit beneath the silk, scrolling photos with her thumb.
Perfect young pussy, glistening.
Now the pearly clit exposed.
Now the coral pink tunnel above a sanguine rose.
Now fingers in deep and working above.
Pausing, she lifts her own phone and thumbs in a message to the group.
Ladies, we have two new candidates.
Then starts again, edging her orgasm on.
