Ashley: “Spencer yes, fuck me, please.” She smiles contently, then leans in.

I feel her breath on my mound as she just inhales. She rubs her cheek along the top as if she’s basking in the moment. I feel her nose brush against my clit and I jerk involuntarily, accompanied by a whimper. She smiles as she turns her face and looks at my mound again, purposely rubbing her nose over my clit once more. Her eyes look back at mine as she takes my clit into her mouth, sucking at it, biting and flicking it with her tongue getting moans, whimpers, and jerks from me with each. She gives a nice long agonizing swipe with her tongue up my slit, getting as much of my cum as she can on her tongue. I let out a guttural moan as she slurps at my hole, trying to get more. I wrap my legs around her head, trying to get more of her, but she stops her actions when I do. I groan.

Spencer: “Let go.” She says innocently, her words sending shocks through my mound as her breath hits it. “I can’t hear you if your legs are squeezing my ears.”

I immediately release her head. She takes both of her hands and pushes my legs further apart, bending them at my knees and holding them in place. She goes back in, nipping at my clit, gaining a few moans and jerks, then she probes at my hole with her tongue a few times. Her tongue is then replaced with two of her fingers. Her fingers pump in and out of me as she brings her face next to mine.

Spencer: “Laisser le sortir.” She whispers, then licks the rim of my ear.

Ashley: “I don’t-I don’t know.” I pant out as my breathing picks up and my stomach convulses as she pumps into me faster and curves her fingers.

Ashley: “Ugh Spencer!!!” I shout as I come all over her hand. She takes her place back between my legs and laps up the cum. She reaches her fingers up and places them in my mouth. I hungrily accept them as she continues lapping up my fluids. She gets up and walks around to the side of the bed, pulling a key from the bra of the corset.

Ashley: “Do you wanna take a shower?” I pant, tired. She smirks down at me as she frees my arms.

Spencer: “No, I have to get home. Mother only thinks I’m tutoring you.” I rub my wrists as I watch her take the handcuffs and put them back in her book bag, then she puts the vibrator in a case and puts it in her bag too. She begins putting her original clothes on.

Spencer: “Get dressed so you can take me home.” She says, and I get up and put on some clothes.

I finish, and she’s fully dressed, looking just as she does at school. Paint covered overalls, light blue t-shirt, old chucks, her hair loosely pinned up, and her glasses on her face.

We get in my car and I drive her home. We sit here in my car outside her house.

Ashley: “You should have showered, your parents are gonna know.”

Spencer: “They won’t. Do I look like the kind of girl that just got done fucking?” She asks me. I look her over, and she doesn’t. She looks like exactly the same as when I see her at school.

Ashley: “No.” I say, shaking my head. She smirks.

Spencer: “And because people judge by looks, no one will ever know.” She says, smirking.

Ashley: “You’re so damn hot.” I say looking at her and that sneaky look on her face. “Tomorrow?”

Spencer: “Can’t, I have band practice. Make it Thursday, nothing’s happening then.”

Ashley: “Alright.” I say with a nod.

Spencer: “Well…au revoir. I’d kiss you, but we’re parked outside of my house.”

Ashley: “Yeah.”

Spencer: “Alright, well, I’ll tutor you Thursday.” She says with a smirk as she exit’s the car.

Ashley: “See ya.” I say as I watch her walk to the door.

Spencer…wow! What a freak! Never would have guessed it by looking at her. Never even would have suspected she was gay. But that just goes to show ya, you really can’t judge a book by its cover.