I felt sure that Rachel was listening to her high school guidance counselor confirm her worst fears: that half the school had seen her naked and debased at the hands of some older guy. Instead, she giggled. I appreciate that, Mr. Simmons, but I’m not ashamed of what we’re doing, and besides, the video is already out there.” “Oh, I don’t give a fuck about protecting your virtue here, I just want to see you get fucked in the ass.” Jeff hadn’t said two words since Rachel had come down the steps, and he still seemed angry when he chimed in, “Oh, real nice, Jim.” “Hey, you try watching these girls strut around with their barely legal tits popping out of their shirts all day. She’s lying if she tells you she doesn’t know half the faculty wants to fuck her, and you’re an idiot if you don’t believe she’s using that to her advantage. All I’m asking for is a peek.” “I’ll do you one better than that,” she said, addressing them but turning to face me. “If you tell me where my tattoo is, you can fuck my ass yourself.” It wasn’t mischief at all I had seen in her eyes. It was cunning. I had sorely underestimated her. She did still suspect me, suspected that my friends were lying on my behalf, but she also knew the power she held in this room. I hadn’t actually shown them the videos, but I certainly couldn’t control where they had gone to. Derek looked at me. “Hey man, good on you, but that’s too much to pass up. I’m going with an angel wings tramp stamp.” Rachel stood up, spinning around and lifting her shirt up in the back. Unnecessarily, she also pulled her shorts down a few inches, giving them all a view of her perfectly rounded ass cheeks along with proof that her lower back was still unmarked. “And what about you?” She asked, rounding on Jeff. He was staring at her intently, almost as if he were looking through her clothes, his eyes scanning up and down her body, looking for her tattoo. It’s embarrassing to admit, but it is only at this moment, as I watched Jeff pore fruitlessly over her, that I realized that I have seen every inch of Rachel’s body and that she doesn’t actually have a tattoo. If one of them guessed that (or had seen one of our videos and already knows that) would she take that as evidence I had lied to her about showing the videos? An even more enticing thought: would she go through with fucking whoever guessed/knew? “I think you’ve got a hummingbird-“ “Pretty!” “-right on your left tit. Suckling from your nipple.” “Oh.” Her smile faltered a little. Clearly, she found that idea the fare of a lower class of woman than she considered herself to be. Picturing it, I thought it was kind of hot. Jim and Jeff were staring greedily at her chest, waiting. “Well?” Jim said pointedly. We all turned to him. Nodding towards her chest, where her top was so low-cut as to almost already reveal the tattoo’s absence, “Is he right?” Rachel smiled over her shoulder at him and, turning back towards Jeff, tugged down on her top, the fabric giving easily under Japanese Porn the additional strain. Jim leaned over in his chair to the point I thought he might tip out of Asian Girls Fucking it. Derek glanced at me before also sliding his chair over for a better view. Reveling in the attention, Rachel slowly reached behind her, releasing the clasp on her bra. Whatever dismay he felt at not finding his tattoo seemed instantly tempered by the nicest pair of breasts he had likely ever seen. Jim now looked like a kid in a candy store. “So, you don’t have a tramp stamp…We’ve seen your tits. Glorious, by the way. Stretchy yoga pants pulled tight across the crotch of each woman, highlighting the shape of their pubic mound, some few even forming noticeable camel toes across spread slits. 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