The sun shone brightly over Shizukawa Academy, its golden rays spilling across the polished floors and pristine uniforms.
Girls giggled sweetly in the courtyard. Boys stole glances at the most radiant figure walking down the halls — Haley Nakamura.
She was the perfect girl.
Top of her class. President of the Honor Society. Captain of the Girls' Track Team.
Her long, silky black hair floated behind her like a curtain of midnight. Her pale thighs peeked provocatively below her scandalously short skirt, and her smile — pure, angelic — melted hearts effortlessly.
Every boy wanted her.
Every girl envied her.
No one could have guessed the filthy, shameful secret throbbing between her legs.
(Haa... haa... not now... Not here...!)
Haley bit her lower lip as she clutched her textbooks to her chest, her knees trembling ever so slightly as she walked to class.
Beneath the perfect ironed pleats of her skirt, a slick, feverish heat soaked her cotton panties.
The slightest brush of her thighs together sent delicious sparks shooting up her spine.
Her heavy breasts strained against her white blouse, every step making them bounce softly, nipples already hard and poking through the thin fabric.
She could feel the boys' hungry gazes trailing her like fingers — like phantom caresses tracing the curve of her body.
(Dammit... I'm so wet... I need it...!)
She gasped softly, the sound barely audible over the hum of student chatter.
(Haa... ngh...)
Sliding into her seat, Haley crossed her legs tightly, trapping the aching throb between them.
The teacher's voice droned from the front of the room, but Haley barely heard it — her mind a swirling pool of forbidden fantasies.
In her mind's eye, she wasn't a perfect student anymore.
She was bent over her desk, skirt hiked up, Damien thrusting into her from behind, panting her name into her ear.
(Mmm... Damien... deeper... more...!)
Her cheeks flushed pink. Her breathing quickened.
Carefully — so carefully — she slipped one hand beneath her desk.
Fingertips brushed the damp cotton of her panties, finding the sticky wet spot that had spread wider with every second.
A jolt of pleasure made her gasp.
(Hahh... oh no... no, someone will see...!)
Haley glanced around wildly — but everyone else was lost in their own world.
The room might as well have disappeared.
Slowly, trembling with excitement and terror, Haley pressed her middle finger against her swollen clit, rubbing tiny circles through the soaked fabric.
(Hnn... aah... so good...!)
Her pussy clenched desperately, begging for more.
The obscene squelch of her wetness made her ears burn with shame.
She bit her knuckle to stifle a moan.
"Nngh... mmm..."
The tiny whimpers slipped out anyway, masked only by the scraping of pencils and the low murmur of the lesson.
Haley's mind spun. She imagined Damien's hand there instead, rough, needy, pushing aside her panties and thrusting two fingers deep inside her dripping hole.
(Ahh! Damien... your fingers... ngh, it's not enough...!)
Her hips gave an involuntary jerk.
The slick friction against her throbbing clit was too much — too good — not enough.
Not caring anymore, she slipped her hand into her panties properly, bare fingers sinking into her soaked slit.
(Chup... schlick... schlop...)
The filthy noises made her dizzy with lust.
Sticky juices coated her fingers. She rubbed herself harder, faster, thighs squeezing tight around her hand.
Breathless gasps spilled from her lips.
"Haa... mmm... Damien... Damien...!"
She imagined it — Damien pinning her against the classroom blackboard, kissing her hungrily, sucking on her tongue, his cock pressing desperately against her dripping entrance.
Haley's toes curled in her loafers.
She pressed her middle finger deep inside herself.
(Splorch... schlick...)
Her inner walls clamped down greedily.
Tears welled in her eyes from the overwhelming pleasure.
The heat built, coiling tighter and tighter inside her belly, ready to explode.
(I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna cum...!)
Just then — Mr. Sakamoto called her name.
"Haley, can you solve the next equation?"
She froze — heart hammering against her ribs.
Panting softly, she slipped her slick fingers out from her panties and wiped them hastily on her skirt.
Standing up shakily, thighs trembling, Haley picked up her chalk and shuffled to the blackboard.
(Calm down... Calm down...!)
But as she wrote out the solution, her body screamed for release.
Her soaked panties clung to her pussy lips, rubbing with every movement.
Haley squeezed her thighs together desperately, biting her lip to hide the desperate whimpers threatening to spill out.
When she finally stumbled back to her desk, her heart was pounding.
Her fingers itched for her pussy again.
As soon as the bell rang, Haley bolted from the room.
In the abandoned third-floor bathroom, she slammed the stall door shut, hiked up her skirt, and ripped her panties aside.
Without hesitation, she sank three fingers deep into her soaked cunt.
(Splutch... splorch... chlap chlap chlap...)
Her other hand clawed at her blouse, pulling it open, squeezing her aching breasts, pinching her stiff nipples.
"Haa... haa... ngh... ahh... mmh...!"
The lewd, wet slaps echoed around the bathroom.
She pictured Damien — finally giving in, finally ravaging her the way she needed.
Her juices dripped down her thighs, soaking her socks.
(More... faster... harder...!)
She thrust her fingers brutally, hips jerking with every pump.
The orgasm hit her like a truck.
"AHHHN...!!"
Haley threw her head back, gasping, her pussy clenching violently around her fingers as she squirted, a messy splash of clear juices soaking the bathroom floor.
Her whole body shuddered.
(Ahh... haa... nghh... yes... more... I want more...!)
Collapsing against the stall wall, Haley panted like an animal.
Sweat glistened on her flushed skin. Her hair stuck to her cheeks.
Slowly, a filthy smile curled her lips.
No one would ever know the perfect student, Haley Nakamura, was secretly a filthy, insatiable slut.
And she was only getting started.