Peering up into the stall, you see Sabrina. You recognize her from a few of your classes. Her blonde hair tumbled down across her chest which strained to be contained by her shirt. She seemed to be finishing up and you quickly look and see her shorts by her ankles. Sprinting, you dive into the fabric and soon have an express ride between Sabrina's plush thighs. Suddenly she sat back down, her eyes locked on the screen of her phone. Taking the opportunity of her distraction, you climb her shirt fairly easily until you reach the impassable ridge of her under boob. Glancing over to your right, her white cardigan becomes your only means of ascension. After a quick shimmy to your side, your hangs grip the soft fabric of her sweater. Soon you are peering down at the deep line of her cleavage. You almost feel it drawing you.
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