Catholic Schoolgirl

Every schoolgirl fantasy you have ever had pales in comparison to what’s before you now.

Irena is wearing the shortest plaid skirt you have ever seen, which barely covers her ass. She’s also wearing a white dress shirt, tied at her midriff, with the top several buttons undone, giving a glimpse at her black bra underneath. On her feet were white knee socks and black Mary Janes. To complete the look, she had gathered her blonde hair up into two pigtails on either side of her head.

And yes, there is a choker. Solid black, with a tiny crucifix hanging from it.

She smiles at you coquettishly and says, in a pleading, girlish voice “I’m soo sorry for running late Father. Will you still hear my confession?”