Unfortunately Susan is too perceptive

Gina’s confidence began to return, satisfied that things were finally going her way. She was about to keep up the kindness when suddenly Susan started giggling.

“What are you laughing at?” Gina asked. Susan continued to giggle for a second before responding.

“You should know since you’re the one tickling me.” She said through her laughter.

Gina was about to tell her she wasn’t doing anything, before she realized what was going on. Susan was pressed up against her, and was feeling the movement of Gina’s clit as it shrank down.

“Come on Gina, cut it out.” Susan said, before letting go of Gina and backing away. Gina blushed a deep shade of red, not sure of how to respond. She froze up, afraid of lying in case it made her clit grow again, undoing all her hard work.

“Alright Gina, let’s just head to cla...” Susan started, before she became distracted by something. Gina saw her eyes go down, and felt her heart stop, knowing where she was looking. This is it, her secret was out. She was ruined.

“Um, Gina, you’ve got a little something stuck to your skirt.”

‘Oh thank fuck she’s an idiot.’ Gina thought to herself. The relief she felt distracted her long enough to not hear what Susan said next.

“I’ll get that for you.” Susan said, before reaching down to grab the strange object before her.

Suddenly Gina eyes shot open, the feeling of a strangers hand on her sensitive skin overtaking all her senses. She looked down, finding Susan’s hand wrapped completely around her now six inch clit. Susan, not quite sure what to think, began to pull on the object, unaware of the effect it had on Gina, fully revealing it to the open air.

Gina felt like a floodgate had been opened, as her womanly folds began to violently squirt fluid as she came harder than she’d ever done so before. Gina fell backwards, only increasing the tugging on her clit as Susan stayed in place. If there hadn’t been a wall behind her Gina wasn’t sure what kind of damage would have been done.

“Stop! Please stop!” Gina shouted. “I can’t take it!”

Susan let go, just as Gina’s legs crumbled beneath her. She sat on the floor, knees upwards showing of her soaked pink panties, clit pointed skyward.

“What... what the fuck is that?” Susan asked.