Yasmin's skirt

As the door clicks shut behind them Yasmin once again freezes, her face turning even redder. "My skirt is trapped!" She shrieks.

Steph moves over to help her friend, trying the door, but it appears to have jammed on the skirt. "We're going to have to pull." Steph tells her, trying to look brave for her embarrassed friend.

"Okay..... but please be careful." Yasmin responds, looking down at the only clothing covering her lower body.

"I will." Steph tells her, taking hold of the skirt. "On three, one, two, three!"

On the both girls tug at the skirt, and you click your fingers listening to the sound of tearing fabric as the skirt comes complete in half, the door swinging open and throwing both girls to the floor, Steph finding her head landing between Yasmin's legs, her mouth inches away from the other girls pussy, with the corridor beyond now clearly in view.