“Different?” Tracey shook her head. “No it’s not. I am a student, she is a student. We both soak our knickers looking at you in class. I know she touches herself sometimes when she stares at you…” Tracey made it up, but it sounded plausible.
“Ahhh!” she cried out as Fleur’s sharp teeth scraped her neck. A few sharp, quick intakes of breath shook her body as Fleur moved down to her naked breasts. Her hands moved to lightly grip Fleur behind her neck.
“I’m not,” Tracey agreed breathily. “Good girls don’t get as wet as I am now…”