Continued from Jenna's Story 01.



Jenna slipped out of Ms. Tails English class and almost sprinted down the hall towards the cafeteria. Weeks of waiting, hoping, making plans, and scrapping them had finally paid off. Not only had she kissed her favourite teacher, she had made a meal out of her succulent cunt. If only that dipshit Mr. Anders hadn't came in at that moment. But her anger

It was everything Jenna could do to keep from moaning. She was practically biting her tongue off to keep from screaming out as her fingers slammed into her soaking cunt. Sitting at the back of her English class she knew no one could see her, but if she let out even a squeak someone would look back and see her huddling over her desk, red-faced and sweaty. Almost every day she found herself caught