“Hey! I thought it’d be cool if we could, like, hang out a little,” Colleen spoke up from the table. She stood in front of Abby’s lunch tray, attempting not to stare into the boob window cut out of her Shout of the Black Ant shirt. “Hey, short stuff. You want me to sit on you again, or are you staying up here this time?” She teased with a smirk. Colleen let out an awkward laugh at the statement. “I’m just messing with you. So, what’s up?”
The two got to know each other better, and Colleen was picking up some heavily flirty vibes from Abby. “Hey, I know this really cool trick I wanna show you. But uh, it only works in my bedroom,” Abby said with a smile and a knowing wink. After it was clear that Colleen has caught on, Abby picked her up and the two made their way to her dorm room.
“Sit tight for a sec,” Abby said as she placed Colleen on the edge of her bed. She began stripping, starting with her thong. Colleen became very well acquainted with the article of clothing when it flew over Abby’s shoulder and landed directly on top of her. Intentional or not, Colleen was struggling to escape the feminine-smelling prison.
When she finally untangled herself, she found herself face to face with...
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