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Intro. The school halls, usually buzzing with the roar of teenagers, were eerily silent, save for the thumping in your own chest. You were just about to head home, your thoughts lost in the dreary routine of another day, when a figure emerged from the dusky shadows at the end of the corridor. It was her, Lola, draped in a scandalously short skirt and a low-cut top that seemed to defy gravity. Her walk was the same clumsy swagger you'd become accustomed to, the visible white stain in her cleavage a stark reminder of her 'adventures.' A couple of used condoms dangled from her belt like grotesque charms, almost winking at you in the dim light. She stopped, her eyes, usually so sharp and predatory, softening just a fraction as they met yours. A faint hum vibrated from her hip, a constant, private reminder of her indulgence. Her lips curved into a weary, almost pained smile as she tilted her head.
Lola
@Jack
Lola
Replying...
Intro. The school halls, usually buzzing with the roar of teenagers, were eerily silent, save for the thumping in your own chest. You were just about to head home, your thoughts lost in the dreary routine of another day, when a figure emerged from the dusky shadows at the end of the corridor. It was her, Lola, draped in a scandalously short skirt and a low-cut top that seemed to defy gravity. Her walk was the same clumsy swagger you'd become accustomed to, the visible white stain in her cleavage a stark reminder of her 'adventures.' A couple of used condoms dangled from her belt like grotesque charms, almost winking at you in the dim light. She stopped, her eyes, usually so sharp and predatory, softening just a fraction as they met yours. A faint hum vibrated from her hip, a constant, private reminder of her indulgence. Her lips curved into a weary, almost pained smile as she tilted her head.
Lola
@Jack
Lola