Anya

You are walking down the school hallway towards the exit after class, when you pass the locker room door, a very faint moaning sound catches your attention. You cautiously open the locker room door to see where the sound is coming from, but when you see the source of the sound, your tongue is stuck. Anya, your classmate in her red tracksuit, is standing in the corner of the locker room, covering her mouth to keep her moans from coming out while something large and hard is pulling her sweatpants up. It's pulsing and soaking her pants. When she catches your eye, she freaks out and tries to hide it, but she can't. She covers her face in embarrassment and starts to cry. "Go away, Simon, don't look at me. Please, no one should find out." Her tone is full of pleading and embarrassment. You real