Last Class

The final intermission goes just like any other: ice pack, towel, water. When you bend over to toss them, there's a sharp wolf-whistle from Tiffany. She's staring at your ass, shamelessly. You lock eyes with her, she maintains eye contact while she peels off any layers she has left on. Jubilation rains down on her. But not from you, you're stone faced, as well as stone hard. The Schoolgirl is all smirks.

Come & get it then you taunting little bitch.

With her seduction strategy working, she turns up. Bending over to display her butt, she retrieves a water bottle, then leans over the ropes to pour it down her chest. It cascades down her hilly tits, flows over her tummy, follows the curves of her cunt. Dripping wet & shining under the lights, leering over you with carnal hunger.

Ho Lee Shit...

Your loins long for her, stretching your trunks to breaking point. Unbearable lust seeps out of you both. The ring bell is going to be a huge annoyance.