A Girl s Need
The algebra test was hard, but try as she did she couldn't concentrate. Her hand pushed her dress between her legs, and her fingers squeezed her pussy repeatedly. She wasn't consciously masturbating. It was just a nervous habit, a response to the frustrations of racking her brain for answers and to the rising levels of hormones within her. If only I could have come last night... or this morning, she thought. But studying late into the night and waking late had precluded playing with her clit,...
Teen