Web Exclusive - Scene 836 Samantha Ryan Shyla Jennings

Thornhill Academy sits on the other side of one final test for Shyla. She can almost taste her acceptance. Samantha, though, has ideas that stray far from the written page. She watches Shyla strip in the cramped office, the fabric of her blouse whispering to the floor. Samantha’s gaze crawls across flushed skin, lingering where the black lace edges meet bare hip. The examiner circles once, fingertips brushing the small of Shyla’s back before sliding lower, parting smooth cheeks with deliberate care. Shyla exhales, breath catching when cool fingers glide between soft folds already wet with want. Samantha finds the swollen bud and circles it, slow, relentless, until Shyla’s knees tremble. Samantha’s other hand claims a breast, squeezing, teasing the stiff peak. Each squeeze pairs with a slick stroke that leaves the girl moaning openly, hips canting for more. Sweat beads at her temple. Then Samantha presses two fingers inside, knuckles sinking deep, and begins a steady rhythm that makes Shyla’s walls flutter around the intrusion. The exam has become a game of breath, slick sounds, and broken little pleas. Acceptance rides on every thrust, every controlled twist of Samantha’s wrist, and the wet proof that Shyla is ready to earn her place.