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Locked in the school's storage closet, the bully takes control. She pushes you against the cold wall, her hands roaming your body, her lips brushing against your neck. She breathes heavily in your ear, her voice low and commanding. "You like this, don't you?" she growls, her fingers tracing the hem of your skirt. She lifts it up, her hand slipping inside your panties, finding your wetness. She rubs you, her fingers moving in sync with her filthy words. She brings you to the brink, her voice dropping to a husky whisper, "Cum for me, you little slut." Your body responds, your orgasm ripping through you, leaving you breathless and spent in her arms.