[She didn't even hear the bathroom door opening over her own moans of pleasure. In no time at all, Anna was left leaning against the stall's wall, two fingers plunging wetly in and out of her hole. She'd opened up her blouse and exposed a breast, and her thumb lightly stroked across one of her dark red, stiff nipples.
It felt good, terrific even, but for some reason she wasn't getting any better. It was almost like there was a fresh source of those pheromones she was so reactive to nearby, but that was impossible. She'd checked every stall, made certain that the room was empty before she'd even thought about masturbating.
Too bad she forgot, one of her students wasn't exactly on the visible spectrum.]
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It felt good, terrific even, but for some reason she wasn't getting any better. It was almost like there was a fresh source of those pheromones she was so reactive to nearby, but that was impossible. She'd checked every stall, made certain that the room was empty before she'd even thought about masturbating.
Too bad she forgot, one of her students wasn't exactly on the visible spectrum.]