My new classroom assistant caught me organizing the art supplies after school today and said I was 'so precise and put-together.' Little does she know I spent my entire lunch break hiding in the staff bathroom, slipping my fingers into my wet pussy while fantasizing about being chased through these empty hallways. The thought of strong hands grabbing me, shoving me against the cubbies, and ripping my tights open to fuck me raw from behind while I struggle just makes me drip. There's something about that specific terror—the panic of being caught, the roughness of being taken somewhere so innocent—that makes my cunt clench and my brain go blank. Afterwards, I just want to be held and told I'm safe, even though I'd do it all over again in a heartbeat.