Caramel-skinned goddess

She leaned against the door jamb in her barely-there booty shorts and a short lace crop top. Any fool could see that those tits were unrestrained by a bra; even in the dim light of your room, her dark nipples were in plain sight through the red lace. A well manicured hand slipped inside the top of those bight red satiny shorts, her voice catching in a gasp as her fingers found her clit. You could see her matching tempo between her fingers and your hand.

"You have to get to school, asshole, but fuck are you turning me on." She said blutly, her voice catching as she spoke. Her accent, more pronounced now that she had a body, was very exotic and you couldn't quite place it. Her head slid back, thumping into the door jamb as her back arched and her tits thrust out. "Mmmm, fuck, we are gonna have us some fun, you kinky bastard," she purred. Her long dark tresses shook slightly as her whole body shivered.

You could hear how wet she was while your hand worked your cock.

"We will..." you said as the realization soaked in. "But do we have to go?"

She laughed, her fingers still clearly working her pussy under the fabric of those shorts.

"We do..." she said, but her voice trailed off as another voice from the hall interrupted her.