The New Girl

Leilani steps into the academy and every eye hits her like a slap. She wants in with the cool crowd so badly she can taste it. After the bell they drag her into the bathroom, cold tile under her knees, and she lets them. They ball-gag her first, thick rubber prying her mouth wide, saliva already dripping. The crop cracks across her ass, then her tits, sharp and mean, making her jerk against the porcelain sink. Fingers work cold lube between her cheeks, fast and rough, until she’s opened up and they slide straight in—thick, relentless, owning every inch. She takes it all, hips rocking, eyes wet, while the shocks come in bright, cruel bursts that make her clench and moan around the gag. They fuck her harder, anal pace turning savage, sweat slick on her athletic frame, every thrust pushing her deeper into the crowd she craves. They use her until the bell rings again, leaving her shaking, dripping, and finally, maybe, one of them.