No more fighting it.

As Sally's orgasm begins to crash over her, her entire body seizes up, every muscle tensing as waves of pleasure rip through her. Her back arches off the chair, her hips bucking erratically against her own hand as she rides out the intense sensations.

A choked cry escapes from her lips as she lets go of her nipple and slams her hand over her mouth, muffling it, but audible nonetheless. Her legs tremble uncontrollably, her toes curling as the intensity builds and then peaks, causing her to squirt all over the floor; the sound of it lost to the similar sound of rain pelting the windows. The orgasm leaves her panting heavily and drenched in sweat and her own vaginal fluids.

For several long moments afterward, Sally lies limp in her seat, cool air against her damp naked body causing goose bumps as she feels spent and utterly drained. The aftermath of her climax leaves her feeling **** and exposed - both physically and emotionally.

She looks to Lily, who’s still recording every moment. Sally’s brain is too flustered to speak, so she merely flashes a weak smile at her friend.

Lily stops recording and lowers her phone, a smug and grin spreading across her face as she watches Sally recover from her explosive orgasm. She leans over, rubbing Sally’s sweaty bare back from her neck down to the top of her butt crack, causing a shiver from the naked girl.

"Thought you might want this," she says, holding up her phone casually. “Figured it'd be a memory worth keeping."

Sally blushes furiously, her mind racing as she processes the implications of Lily's words. She hadn't expected that things would end up like this from her simply choosing to skip a bra this morning. Now there is a video of her, totally naked and experiencing a supremely powerful orgasm, during class!

At a loss for words, she wills herself to say something. "Well... um... thank you?" she stammers, unsure of how else to respond.