Out of Control

Angelika Grays, Cherry Kiss, and Victoria Bailey lean over their notebooks, pens moving slow. The quiet starts to itch. Cherry sets her pen down first. She slides a hand under the table, fingertips already wet. Angelika follows, sliding two fingers between her own slick folds before the thought fully lands. Victoria turns in her chair, shorts pushed aside, one hand working her clit while the other finds her tight little hole and presses. No words. Just breathing and the wet sound of girls touching what they shouldn't in a study room. Legs spread wider. Hips rocking. They stop pretending to work and lose themselves in the slow, filthy rhythm of fingers filling every empty space they can reach.