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Sara's cramming for a monster test when Staci hits her up, bored and horny. Sara hits ignore. Staci doesn't pout. She peels off her clothes, snaps the pics herself, and sends every inch: those long smooth legs, that flat belly, those perky little tits and the smooth shaved slit between them. Sara folds. She ditches the books, grabs her favorite toy from the shelf, and her panties are already soaked by the time they hit the floor. Flat on the rug she rubs her brown nipples, trails down her stomach, and sinks three fingers into her wet pussy. It’s not enough. She climbs into the big pink chair, works the thick round head against her g-spot until her thighs shake, then rubs her clit till she comes hard, thinking about those pictures the whole time. When she’s done she licks the toy clean, snaps a dripping shot of her own cunt, and fires it back. Staci answers in two words: “Be right over.” Sara’s still smiling when she walks into the next room, waiting.