As you shuffle to your next class, almost a waddle now to keep your thick thighs from brushing against your swollen cunt, you can't help but notice how swollen your clit was. The outline of your precious love bud was obvious in the tight panties you had on. Hell, you might as well not be wearing any panties at this point. Looking down as you walked, you could make out every single detail. Throwing modesty out the window, you pull your panties forward to get a better look, wincing as the fabric pulls tight against your sore pussy lips. You sigh when you see how red its gotten, knowing it's going to be sore for awhile.
WHAM! Pain explodes through your pussy as your facial expression twists into a pained one. You can feel your feet leave the ground from the powerful blow as your pussy lips mushroom around the shoe, though they offer no protection for your poor clit, which was now squished painfully between the sneaker and your own body. You can see the shoe punting your pussy beneath the fabric for a second before your waistband snaps back against your waist, your grip loosening as your brain processes the blow.
"Not the clit!" you squeal. "Fuck my poor little clit! It hurts!"
"Aw, but it makes such a nice target," the girl teases as you crumple to the floor, holding your pussy to protect it from any more blows. "Nuh uh, move your hands. You won't like it if I have to pry them away. That'll just piss me off."
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