Caminah Smuts

The Outfit

As the taller girl through the halls, Camila could feel herself getting hard at the sight. Dinah's firm ass bouncing up and down, her hips swaying with each step, the innocent side ponytail, her taut abs being shown off.

Honestly, Camila was proud of herself for managing to prevent a tent situation. Dinah stopped to drink from a water fountain, and just as she got up to continue her prancing, Camila grabbed her and dragged her into the janitor's closet.

"W-what the-oh, Camila...." Camila looked down at her outfit, suddenly very aware of what she was wearing. "H-h-hey baby, how's your day going?" she asked softly. She went to button her shirt more to hide some cleavage but the brunette slapped her hand away.

"What the fuck is this?!" Camila snapped angrily. Dinah winced at her girlfriend's tone. Camila's sunglasses were still on which made it damn near impossible for Dinah to gauge her girlfriend's emotions.

"I...it's just...well..." Dinah stuttered.

"Answer me right fucking now, Dinah. This isn't funny."

Dinah bit her lip and looked down at her outfit again. She knew Camila had a thing for knee socks...and short skirts...and well, every other tiny detail of the school girl outfit. "I just wanted to feel sexy..." Dinah whispered.

Camila raised an eyebrow and stepped closer to the shorter girl. "Baby, you're so fucking sexy it actually hurts sometimes," the brunette husked, pushing her hard member into Dinah's thigh. "I saw you today and got hard so fast for you, Dinah. You know how fucking hot you look right now?" Dinah blushed and shook her head. "I love this naughty school girl thing, but not in front of the whole school. This," Camila whispered, gesturing her fingers at Dinah's body, "this is all mine, I don't want these dipshits seeing what I get to fuck every day."

"I'm sorry, Camila."

"Damn straight you're sorry, you should know better than to go prancing around like a little porn slut." Dinah nodded meekly as Camila smirked. "I think I need to teach you a lesson." Dinah looked up, confused.

"Baby, we're in school, I have class next period. Can't we just wait till after school?" Dinah protested. Camila grabbed Dinah's hand and brought it to her hard crotch, wrapping her hand around her stiff dick.

"Nuh-uh. Tell your teacher something came up and you had to take care of it," Camila growled. Dinah opened her mouth to protest, but Camila glared at her sternly. "That wasn't a question." The brown eyed girl reached under the little school-girl skirt and pulled down Dinah's thong. "I think I'm gonna hold on to these, you want to be a filthy bitch and show yourself off to the world? Fine. But you show them everything then," she hissed. Dinah whimpered as she watched Camila tug her pants down a bit, enough to get her cock out. She held it firmly and ran the head up and down Dinah's dripping slit.

"You've been so bad, DJ." The taller girl nodded helplessly and moaned. "You've been so bad, you're gonna get fucked raw and thank me when I cum in you, understand?" Dinah nodded again. "You answer when I talk to you, slut."

"Yes, Camila I'll say thank you," she panted, getting wetter at Camila's teasing.

"Why will you thank me? Say it for me." Camila demanded.

"Because good sluts say thank you for getting filled with cum," Dinah whimpered, repeatedly pushing her hips down to meet Camila's dick.

"Shit, look at you, humping my cock. Tell me you want me," Camila growled.

"I want you s-so bad, baby, so fuckin bad. Fill me up, baby, show me you own me," Dinah keened. Camila held her cock and guided it into Dinah's dripping sex, slowly pushing in inch by inch. "Fuuuuuuck yessss," Camila hissed. Her head dropped back, and she smirked arrogantly as she pulled out almost completely, leaving only her bulbous head inside Dinah's wet pussy as Dinah moaned out for more.