You tell her everything.

I sat down across from her, heart pounding. "I... I wanted to confess something."

"Go ahead," she said, her voice calm and inviting.

I started talking. I told her about how it all started. Going to the Halloween party. How I started talking with a girl named Mia there. How I knew I shouldn’t have entertained that conversation. How I knew I shouldn’t have gone to the party. How she'd compared herself to Sarah while deep-throating me in the bathroom. I described every detail: the way Mia's tongue worked my shaft, how she gagged but kept going, how she swallowed every drop.

Rachel's expression shifted. At first she looked serious, then concerned. But as I kept going—telling her about Lily joining us, how both women had taken turns riding my face and my cock, how their juices covered me when I left—I noticed something change. Her eyes glazed over. Her breathing got heavier.

I leaned forward slightly and saw it. Her right arm moved in slow circles under the desk. Her fingers were working between her legs, rubbing her pussy while I described Mia and Lily taking turns sucking me off, how Lily had ground her soaked cunt against my chest, how Mia had begged me to fill her up.

Rachel's lips parted. She wasn't even trying to hide it anymore. Her hand moved faster under the desk as I told her about the threesome, how both women had licked my cock at the same time, how they'd made me cum twice before I left covered in their cream.

She bit her lip, eyes locked on mine, and I could hear the wet sound of her fingers working her clit. She was getting off on every filthy detail.