Jessica glanced at her phone as she got out of the car, and realized that, if she ran, she just might be able to get to school on time. It was a long shot, but it beat letting Natasha humiliate her further.
"Fuck this, Natasha. I'll just run," Jessica snarled as she hastily buttoned her blouse again, before grabbing her bag and taking off up the street. Natasha was about to tell Jessica to get back in the car, before she thought better of it. She knew Jessica's blouse wasn't going to hold up to the run. If she got her car started, she'd still be able to beat Jessica to school!
Jessica, meanwhile, was discovering just how precarious her clothing situation was. Her skirt had immediately fluttered above her waist when she'd started running, and she was **** to hold the front of it down as she ran. There was nothing she could do for the back of it, as her other hand was occupied keeping her bag on her shoulder, her luscious bare ass bouncing beneath the fluttering hemline. Her unsupported breasts jiggled violently as she ran, and she cursed Natasha again as they threatened to bounce out of her tight blouse, it's buttons straining to contain their erratic movements. The icing on the cake was her flats. While comfortable enough for walking in, they weren't suited for running, and she could feel her feet slipping in them. She debated slowing down, and risking the disciplinary, over having another mishap on the way to school.
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