Your vision becomes engulfed in a flash of white, but only for a moment. You are engulfed in the scent of vanilla when you regain your senses. You feel a breeze across your legs as dozens of students hurry by, trying to make it to class on time. You look down in confusion and first notice your white blouse, then the two tits pushed together inside it. Your blouse frames your cleavage so perfectly you can't help, but stare.
A late student runs past, and you are startled out of your trace. Looking around , there are no other students in the corridor. Now would be a great time to go somewhere more private.
But before you can do that a voice startles you again. "Are you coming to class or not?" You look to your side and see Ms. Henderson's face poking out of her classroom. "If you aren't in here when I shut this door I'm marking you absent."
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