Elizabeth Goodman is the most popular girl in UCLA, but according to some people - she’s an manipulative bitch. The students in UCLA assume that, she’s in such a high ranking university because of her daddy’s money.
She looks like she is Regina George come to life, blond with emerald eyes - not mention a thin body, with a tiny waist. No wonder, majority of the frat boys pine after her with no success, but she couldn’t give a damn.
As always, Elizabeth comes in fashionably late to her economics class. Mrs. Brooks, the economics professor, greets Elizabeth in a passive aggressive manner.
“Ms. Goodman! Thank you for finding the time to join us!”
“You’re welcome.” The knock-off Regina George retorts.
Prof. Brooks just sighs, and says, “Just go sit down, Ms. Goodman.”
While Elizabeth goes up to her seat, which no-one ever dares to sit in. She notices that some long-haired brunette is in her seat.
As soon as she reaches her chair - she towers over the brunette, and asks, “Are you new here?”
“Yes.” The hazelnut eyed brunette meekly replies.
“Aw, I’ll forgive you because you’re new,” Elizabeth pets the new girl’s fluffy hair.
“But that seat, that you have your little ass on, is mine.” Elizabeth says, with a threatening undertone.
The new girl, not wanting to make enemies on the first day, apologises, “Oh I’m so sorry, I didn’t know.” The brunette moves herself and her stuff, to the next seat over.
As soon as the newbie, moves over - Elizabeth praises her. “You’re such an obedient girl, well done.” Elizabeth sits down and listens to Mrs. Brooks blabber on.
Halfway through the lesson, Elizabeth just gets bored of hearing Prof. Brooks yap.
She looks over to the new brunette, she’s quite cute. The brunette has her hair up, in high ponytail, some strands of hair fall down by the sides of her head - perfectly framing her round face.
Glancing over at the new girl’s books, a hot red diary, with the name, Cordette Williams, is written on it - near by Elizabeth’s right arm. Elizabeth hums, and whispers under her breath, “Huh Cordette? A fitting name.”
“Did you say something?” Cordette questions, interrupting Elizabeth’s train of thought.
“Why do you care?” The blond quips,
“I just-“
“I’m just playing around, baby~”
Elizabeth gets closer to the brunette’s small face, Cordette can feel Elizabeth’s breath, her breath rolls over Cordette’s tiny button nose. Cordette’s face warms up. The brunette tries to back away from the blond, but Elizabeth grabs Cordette’s jaw. “Why are you trying to back away from me, Cordette?~”
Elizabeth’s other hand, loops around Cordette’s waist - bringing Cordette’s slightly chubbier body closer to her hour-glass figure. “Cordette, do you want to play a little game with me?”
Cordette isn’t even listening - in her head, she is hyperventilating about such a pretty girl being so close to her. Cordette’s round face gets hotter, she glances at Elizabeth’s pinky glossed lips.
Elizabeth catches onto Cordette’s gaze.
“Oh, you want to start off with a kiss first? Such a wholesome little thing.” Before Cordette can fully interpret Elizabeth’s words, Elizabeth’s lips are on hers. Cordette is stunned by this sudden kiss, but then goes along.
The kiss is quite sensual. Elizabeth takes her time and eases Cordette’s mouth open - Elizabeth slowly pushing in her skilled tongue into Cordette’s mouth. But to Cordette’s displeasure, the kiss breaks.
A string of saliva remains between the two girls’ lips.
“Let me repeat the question, do you want to play a game with me, Cordette?” The brunette is lost for words, “I- uhm…”
“Don’t worry, you’ll have tons of fun!~”
Hazelnut eyes dart around each feature of Elizabeth’s body, Cordette’s lips aching to respond but nothing comes out.
Elizabeth grabs Cordette’s chin, her pink glossy lips - just a few millimetres away. “Does my little girl play with me?” A meek response left Cordette’s mouth, “Yes.”
“All you have to do is keep quiet, not even a peep. Do you hear me?” Elizabeth explains.
Cordette nods, “You’re being such a good slut for me, Cordette~.”
Elizabeth slips under the desk, that the girls share. She crawls towards Cordette’s legs - as soon as she touches Cordette’s plump thighs, the brunette’s body tenses.
“Shhh…” Elizabeth rubs Cordette’s thigh gently, Cordette slowly relaxes. Elizabeth kisses Cordette’s thigh and whispers to her, “Open your legs, my good little slut~.”
Cordette’s face heats up, but she still complies. Elizabeth slowly creeps in-between Cordette’s legs. While Elizabeth edges closer, she leaves little pecks between Cordette’s thighs - faint pink glossy marks are left on Cordette’s thick thighs.
Cordette feels her black waist pleated skirt, being lifted up. “White panties with a wet spot~” Elizabeth drags her finger over Cordette’s wet panties. Cordette slightly jumps, the guy in front of Cordette turns around to face her.
“Are you okay?” The guy asks, “Yes,” Elizabeth licks Cordette’s wet panties, “I! J- just have hiccups.”
“Oh, okay…”The guys says, “Wait, did Elizabeth leave through the back door again?” The guy inquires, “Ehm!” Another lick shoots up shivers through her body. “Y- yea I think s- so?” The guy turns back to his desk.
“Lift up your butt, I want to take off your panties.” Elizabeth quietly orders, “But what if someone notices what we are doing?” The blond under the table snickers. “The fear of being caught just makes my tongue feel more pleasurable.~ So ass up, princess.”
Cordette’s mind is worrying about the fact of being caught, but she still follows Elizabeth’s orders. She lifts up her butt, but only a bit so it seems like she’s still sitting. Elizabeth is quick, and starts to peel off Cordette’s wet panties.
Elizabeth, now has Cordette’s panties in her hand. She stuffs them into her jacket pocket. Elizabeth, then again, delves back into Cordette’s thighs.
Cordette’s cunt is leaking with her juices, Elizabeth licks her lips at the sight. “Bon appétit!~ “
Elizabeth kisses Cordette’s aching clit. Cordette lets out small inaudible moan. Elizabeth gives the brunette’s clit, a kitten lick. Cordette grabs onto the edge of her cream white sweater.
Elizabeth giggles, as she notices Cordette trying control herself. Elizabeth continues to pleasure Cordette’s clit, the brunette is biting on her bottom lip to make sure that she doesn’t make a single sound.
Elizabeth’s tongue finds its way towards Cordette’s pulsing, wet hole. Elizabeth circles it with her warm tongue - the juices from Cordette’s wet cunt seemed to made from gods, Elizabeth never wants to leave the heaven that’s in between the brunette’s plump thighs.
While Elizabeth is tasting heaven, Cordette is trying her very best to stop her moans. Elizabeth’s tongue is making her see stars, “Holy fuck…” Cordette whispers.
Elizabeth chuckles against Cordette’s wet cunt, “Cute little slut.~” Cordette’s left hand sinks down to seize a fistful of blond hair. Elizabeth’s own panties grow wetter from the pain, Elizabeth’s right hand finds her clit through her soaked panties and starts rubbing it to get herself off too.
“Ok students, that’s it for today. My office is open at 3pm today for any queries. The you, have a lovely day.” Mrs. Brooks ends off the lesson, everyone starts packing up and leaving.
No one noticing Cordette still sitting down, with her hand covering her mouth. Elizabeth’s tongue still pistoning in and out of her pulsing hole, not to mention Elizabeth’s thumb playing with her clit.
The lecture hall now dead silent, apart from quiet wet sounds coming from underneath Cordette’s desk.
“Fuck I’m close.” Cordette whispers. Elizabeth speaks against her throbbing hole, “Have you gotten permission to cum, little girl?”
“No,” Cordette’s voice shakily responds “Please can I?”
“Can you what huh? Be a good slut and use your words.”
“Please can I cum?”
“What if I say no? What then?” Elizabeth smirks again Cordette’s sloppy cunt.
“No please, I need to cum!” The brunette begs the blond between her thighs.
“Aw, baby~” Elizabeth coos “You can cum.”
“Yes! Thank you!”
Cordette’s pussy gushes onto Elizabeth’s tongue. Elizabeth’s cunt also gushes from the relentless rubbing of her clit, her panties are completely ruined.
Elizabeth leaves the brunette’s sweet pussy with a gentle kiss on her clit. Elizabeth gets up from underneath the desk, “When’s your next class?”
Light pants come from Cordette’s mouth.
“At 1pm, why?”
“Because we’re going have more fun at my house before your class.”