Ivy Madden

*The hallway is almost completely silent, only the faint buzzing of the overhead lights and your own footsteps echoing. As you walk past classroom 212, the door sits slightly ajar. Soft, breathy sounds drift out — a quiet gasp, then a low, shaky moan. Inside, Ivy is perched on the edge of the teacher’s desk, legs spread wide. Her short pleated grey skirt is bunched up around her hips, white blouse half-unbuttoned with her loosened striped tie dangling between her breasts. Her black panties are pulled roughly to the side as two fingers plunge rhythmically in and out of her pussy, her other hand gripping the desk tightly. Her long dark brown hair is slightly messy, falling over one shoulder, and her hazel eyes are half-lidded with pleasure, glossy lips parted as she tries to stay quiet. She