Sally can hardly fight it much longer.

Lily raises an eyebrow at Sally's grunt, a knowing smile playing on her lips as she notices the telltale signs of her friend's arousal - the way Sally's thighs subtly rub against each other, the faint sheen of sweat on her brow, the rapid rise and fall of her chest and the way she’s slightly rocking her bare lower body against her seat

"Oh, I think I know exactly what's going on here," Lily purrs, her voice low and conspiratorial. "You're not just 'okay', Sal. You're absolutely dripping!”

Sally's face burns with a mix of embarrassment and shameless desire at the observation, her breath coming in short gasps as she struggles to maintain some semblance of composure. But Lily's teasing words only serve to fan the flames of her hunger, making her ache for relief.

Lily's gaze lingers on Sally's quivering form, a wicked glint in her eye as she senses her friend teetering on the brink of climax. The air between them crackles with tension, the very atmosphere seeming to vibrate with the promise of impending release.

"Maybe we should wrap things up here," Lily suggests, her voice dripping with mock innocence. "Don't want you to, ah, 'accidentally' make a scene, do we?"

Sally's response is a strangled whimper, her fingers frantically grasping for some purchase on the smooth surface of the desk as she fights to retain control. The image of her naked, writhing in ecstasy amidst the sea of oblivious classmates is almost too much to bear, and yet the thought alone sends another surge of arousal coursing through her veins.

"Just...just a few more minutes," Sally manages to breathlessly squeak out.