<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a5/Emmaq8.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Emma Q<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kim<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Darkroom<br/><br/><hr/><br/>She couldn't let Kim's tongue graze her front teeth and remind her of that imperfection. As soon as the tongue had slipped into her mouth, Emma tormented it with an unfeeling frigidity. Her soft lips pinned around the plump flesh. It oughtn't have been enough to hold a slippery tongue, but her crawling fingers were distracting, ushering up Kim's skirt, nurturing a feeling of being trapped with the thump of the counter against Kim's backside. Her smaller tongue pushed to smother her classmate's, shoved down to pool across its struggling contour and complement every supple squirm. Any twirl of resistance, she felt compelled to lick and batter down.<em>No. Stop it. Get under my tongue. </em><br/><br/>Her needs didn't take well to foreplay. Everything in the world was already a tease, and just desperately needed release. One hand sought blindly for the knee-high rolling cart she knew was under the counter, and she interposed it between her starving hips and Kim's. It was only natural that they search to find one another again, but she kept the cart there, baiting with a suck on her tongue to get her to bend over it. When one mouth escaped the other, she guided Kim's shoulder down to the cool, flat, featureless surface. The cart had been just the right size for students to get in trouble for straddling and tooling around like a Shetland pony. But now, its only purpose was to hold an anonymous pair of hips for Emma to thrust into.<br/><br/>The firm, narrow presses of her hands kneaded down Kim's back. At the hill of her pleading ass, Emma's progress slowed to a crawl. Every nuanced contour here was precious. Her fingers clung to the swooping, neatly tucked sculpt as she pried up the wet spandex to expose Kim- of course, she discovered the tape and the wire. What was that? Her fingertip followed the tiny cord where the toy entered Kim's rear, and found it already a little stretched for her. There was an egg inside, a little vibrating bullet, but no matter. She would just fuck around it.<br/><br/>If the darkroom hadn't been sealed so tight, Emma's eager panting could have been heard out into the art room. But it<em>was </em>sealed, and even the sharpest cries of pleasure were as private as this darkness. It felt so freeing to let her newly made cock pop erect under the umbrella of her skirt, and loom over the evaporating heat of a classmate she couldn't even identify. It was exactly as she'd described it to the demon: too thick for her fingers to fully enclose, long enough to hit five alarm, a little unexpected curve, a fat, pampered mushroom helmet. Every complex part of it crowded to be felt as the fever-hot tip pushed up behind the already embedded vibe.