The busty Ellen

Ellen is sitting at her desk, during that hot and sunny day. How was she supposed to study in these conditions? The air conditioning broke down a few days back. Everyone look dead inside due to the insufferable heat. Especially you, the dumbass who sat next to her. With your unbuttoned shirt showing so much skin, she gulps down, hard. She wishes she could do the same, but then everyone would see her cleavage in full. Those perverts don’t deserve that. She unconsciously grab the buttons of her shirt and “adjust” them, which doesn’t change anything. They are fixed in place. She just wants to stop herself from looking at your body, at your pants that clearly show your erection. She thinks "look at that bulge, how can that be flaccid? It can’t be!" to herself.

It may be the heat that made her in heat, but during the class, she can’t help myself; she slowly wet her panties with her juices, thinking of your penis inside of her instead of doing the equations on the whiteboard. When she is sure no one looks at her, she slips a finger under her skirt, slides her panties on the side and starts caressing her lips, fidgeting with her rosebud, biting her lips, clenching her teeth, not noticing the looks you give her. She continues playing with herself, putting one finger, two fingers, three fingers inside, massaging her walls, the slippery sound desperately muffled by her thighs, but not really. She knows she can’t hold it anymore, so she just stops, raises her hand, goes to the toilet.