her: 8. No but she struggles.

You take a step toward her and she steps back. Instinctively she covers her nakedness with her hands, trying to protect herself from your advances. You reach out and grab her by the hair and drag her over to the desk. She struggles the whole way, but quietly. She’s learned from her friend who’s looking at you with pure hate in her eyes from the corner. Lisa looks confused and a little afraid but she isn’t trying to run at least.

You use your leverage to bend her over your desk. Her breasts cushion her as you **** her down. She’s gone quiet but no less red in the face. You kick her legs apart and hear something clatter to the ground. Amy goes limp on the desk and you let go of her hair to see what fell. Right there, on the floor, is a gold tube of lipstick.

“Well. It looks like I was right, wasn't I.”

Amy gives a defeated nod.

“Oh my god Amy! I can’t believe you stole something.” Lisa looks genuinely shocked that her friend would do something like that.

“It was supposed to be a gift.” Amy won’t even turn to look at her friend.

“Well I don’t want it like that!” Lisa is disgusted.

You cut in, “Since you gave me all that trouble, I’m still going to go forward with the cavity search.”

“Please, there’s nothing else there.”

“Well, you said there was nothing before, and look what we found.” You wave the lipstick in her face and she closes her eyes in shame.

You kneel down behind her and part her labia with your fingers. The girl is dripping wet. The lipstick must have been right up against one of her pleasure centers. You run your fingers along her slit, coating them in her juices and taking the opportunity to circle her clit with the tip of your finger.

You slowly insert your fingers into her pussy. It’s delightfully warm and wet. You imagine sliding your cock inside her and feel yourself stiffen even more. You curl your fingers in a come-hither motion, ostensibly to search her canal but actually to tease her g-spot. She moans.

“Enjoying this, are we?”