Andrea stood in the hallway, her heart pounding with anticipation. She closed her eyes, clutching the compass tightly in her hand, and let her imagination take over. She envisioned her lover's touch, a mysterious hand skillfully stroking her throbbing desire. The image of delicate, painted nails danced in her mind, indicating the touch of a woman. The sensation felt tantalizingly close, as if it resided within the very walls of the building.
Andrea opened her eyes to look up and down the hall, but the sensation was gone. She realized she was very hard now. Well, wet. Both really. When Brian came back he could help her with that. She focused through her throbbing member, imagining it again wherever it was, sitting upright on a desk. God she wanted to slam her pussy down onto it. She pressed her palm against her pelvis absentmindedly thinking about Brian and sex as the cock got even more erect in her vision.
She gasped with pleasant surprise as the sensation of the unknown woman’s hand returned to her penis. She sensed a face grow near and Kirsten Owlblood came into focus. The brunette from her class sniffed the length of Andrea’s cock before kissing the tip and sliding her wet lips over the head.
Andrea snapped her eyes open with a gasp and hastily withdrew her hand from the confines of her sweatpants, where it had wandered. Girls floor is up one level. There shouldn’t be too many rooms to check. This will take no time at all.
She ran to the stairs and up to the second level as she felt the cool touch of air and then what felt like lube. a wave of pleasure engulfed her, as if she had been enveloped by Kirsten's warm and welcoming embrace. Her mind painted a vivid picture of Kirsten's velvety folds embracing her cock, using it as a pleasurable toy. Lost in her fantasies, Andrea stumbled in the doorway, accidentally dropping the compass with a loud clang. The sensations paused briefly enough for her to shout down the corridor, “Kirsten! I need you!”
Unwelcome cold air swept over her dick as she was taken out and set back on the table bringing her swiftly back to reality. She stumbled back to her feet as Kirsten, slightly disheveled, appeared from a nearby room, wearing a loose-fitting grey shirt that hinted at the contours of her body. Andrea couldn't help but imagine ravishing her.
“Can I help you?” Kirsten asked impatiently.
“You found my dick in alchemy and I want you to fuck me with it!” Andrea blurted out. No wait, she thought. “I mean, give it to me!” Preferably in the ass, She managed not to say aloud.
“The magic dildo is yours?” Kirsten asked, “You’re not in any of my classes. How do you even know me?”
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