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Sara sits at her desk with flashcards spread out when Staci's text lights her phone. Come over. Bored. Need you. Sara sends back a line about the test she has to ace and sets the phone aside. It buzzes again. Then the pictures start coming in. Staci stands naked in front of the mirror, legs apart, shaved cunt open to the lens. Another shows her fingers spreading pink lips. A third angles down her flat belly to tiny hard nipples. Sara's mouth goes dry. The next shot shows Staci bent over, ass up, slim thighs parted. Sara feels the heat low in her gut and finally gives in. She pushes away from the desk, opens the cabinet and grabs her toy, the one with the fat round head. Her cutoff shorts hit the floor. When she peels her panties down, a clear string stretches from the soaked cotton to her swollen lips. She drops onto the rug, legs spread. Her brown nipples pucker between her fingers. She rubs her flat stomach, then slides two fingers, then three, into her dripping hole. She moans, eyes closed, wishing they were Staci's hand instead. Soon fingers aren't enough. Sara climbs into the oversized pink chair and lines the heavy toy at her entrance. One push and the thick head fills her, nudging right against her front wall. She works it in steady strokes, the other hand rubbing tight circles over her clit. Her hips jerk forward with each thrust until she breaks apart, legs shaking, voice cracking as orgasm rolls through her. Panting, she slips the toy free and licks it clean from base to tip. Then she spreads her folds again, snaps a fresh picture of her glistening, still-twitching cunt and hits send. Staci's reply flashes on the screen: I'll be right over. Sara wipes her mouth, smiles, and heads for the living room to wait, legs still unsteady.