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Three girls stuck in detention are bored stupid until Ms. Pierce steps out for a call. Ellie, Jess, and Liv start playing truth or dare, and it slides straight into the dirty end. Liv calls Jess and Ellie’s bluff and dares them to squirt right on the floor. They don’t hesitate; legs spread wide, they soak the linoleum until it’s glistening under their cunts. The heat is too much and they’re already on each other—fingers sliding in, tongues working clits, the three of them tangled and gasping—when Ms. Pierce reappears. They barely scramble back to their desks. She spots the puddle, mutters about a leaky ceiling, and heads out for the janitor. The second the door clicks they’re back on the desks, skirts hiked, fingers buried knuckle-deep, moaning like they own the place. Too bad Ms. Pierce returns early, catches them mid-fuck, and freezes. For one tense second nobody moves. Then her lips curve into a smirk, she closes the door, and the teacher strips right along with her students, joining the wet, frenzied pile.
Three girls stuck in detention are bored stupid until Ms. Pierce steps out for a call. Ellie, Jess, and Liv start playing truth or dare, and it slides straight into the dirty end. Liv calls Jess and Ellie’s bluff and dares them to squirt right on the floor. They don’t hesitate; legs spread wide, they soak the linoleum until it’s glistening under their cunts. The heat is too much and they’re already on each other—fingers sliding in, tongues working clits, the three of them tangled and gasping—when Ms. Pierce reappears. They barely scramble back to their desks. She spots the puddle, mutters about a leaky ceiling, and heads out for the janitor. The second the door clicks they’re back on the desks, skirts hiked, fingers buried knuckle-deep, moaning like they own the place. Too bad Ms. Pierce returns early, catches them mid-fuck, and freezes. For one tense second nobody moves. Then her lips curve into a smirk, she closes the door, and the teacher strips right along with her students, joining the wet, frenzied pile.