Anna satisfies her desires

Anna had her feet rebelliously propped up on the desk in a manner. Her supple flesh stuck to the authentic leather of the chair, squeaking whenever she moved. Drops of moisture wicked away heat as they rolled down her innermost thighs. Her whole body demanded touch.

Anna ran her hands through her soft hair and down her shoulders. She tickled her upper chest and the inside of her breasts. Fondling herself, she tugged on her tender flesh. Pleasure shocked through her body like a rolling wave. Every rub and squeeze shook her body.

She was only able to pull one hand away from her chest to continue its travel further. Her hand trembled and swirled along her ribs and middle before reaching her hips. One finger traced its way inward between her pelvis and thigh. That finger completed the journey down. It tested the waters, brushing along the folds. It gently pulled back on her hood. An eep escaped Anna's mouth as she exposed her most sensitive point to the open air.

Her hand rubbed across the smooth, lubricated surface. Anna slid further down in the chair. Her back laid flat against the chair while her lower body dangled free from the table. Only her legs on the table kept her from falling.

Her hands worked in tandem, rhythmically pleasuring her hypersensitive body. Every touch was a bolt of lightning. Not yet satisfied, she hastened her hands. Anna felt like radio static was running through her head. Every thought of being seen or caught shortened her breath. Every breath in was a **** gasp, and every breath out came with a quiet moan. She couldn't take it anymore.

One tremor through her body lifted Anna into an arch from head to toe. Suspended, she felt a second wave of shaking within her body. The classroom was dark, but her vision was white. She let herself descend and collapse onto the floor below. Her arms still resting on the sticky leather of the chair. Another wave convulsed across Anna's muscles. She stretched and curled her body. Sound couldn't even escape her euphoric paradise.

Anna laid panting on the floor. Several minutes past while the aftershocks of Anna's session slowly dampened. She **** herself up onto her weakened legs. Her desire faded from her body and so did her courage. With her mind finally out of its haze, Anna's face reddened with what she had been doing.

She blushed at the pure idiocy of how exposed she just was. Even someone walking by the classroom would have gotten an eyeful. Not that she could blame herself...

Her hands moved to cover her exposed body. Now that she's cleared her head. It's time to get dressed again. Hopefully, she can keep a better handle on these feelings in the future.