Girl on the run

Sandry clambered to get feet and looked around. Everywhere she could see people looking at her, laughing or leering at her exposed, **** pink body.

She squealed in embarrassment, threw her hands over herself and ran off down the corridor, pushing past the other pupils.

"Nice tits!"

"Look at that bum!"

"Come on, stay and show us!"

"Too fat to fit your uniform?"

She tried to ignore the shouts, but her face burned red in humiliation, in stark contrast to the pale pink of her skin, particularly the curves of her breasts and buttocks which jiggled and bounced as she ran.

Sandry pushed past a group of guys, and suddenly felt a stinging slap on her rear end. She yelped, moved a hand from her breasts to her backside, and one of the guys took the opportunity to get a handful of her boob.

"Hey!" Sandry put her hand to her chest again, and the guys continued their **** on her rear, spanking her jiggling flesh until as she finally made it past them her ample buttocks were as red as her face.

She raced around the corner, **** to find somewhere else to hide.