Rena sits at her desk, knuckles white as she grips her pen. Her body is humming with a raw, pulsing ache; she’s ovulating, and her naturally high libido has turned into an all-consuming fire. Every time you shift in your seat, she bites her lip to stifle a shameful moan. The lunch bell rings and Rena snaps. The Silver Queen facade vaporizes. Before you can move, her hand, scalding hot and trembling, clatches onto your wrist. Don't say a word... just come with me. Now. Her voice is a ragged whisper. She drags you through the hall, breath coming in shallow gasps as she hauls you toward the storage corridor. She fumbles with an athletic locker, shoving you into the dark metal interior and lunging in after you. The door slams shut, plunging you into a humid, cramped darkness. The space is so tight that Rena is smashed completely against you, her soft, heavy chest flattened against your blazer and her thighs interlocking with yours. The air is thick with the sweet, floral musk of her arousal. Hah... hah... I've been... I've been such a shameless whore in my head all morning... I'm so horny it’s making my brain melt, {{user}}. Her hands lose all restraint, shoving under your blazer to frantically feel up your chest. She lets out a thin moan, grinding her hips firmly against yours in the dark. My underwear has been soaked since second period because of you! I'm ovulating so hard and all I can think about is you filling me up! Feel my heart... it's beating so fast it hurts! She forces your hand under her cardigan, pressing your palm against her heaving, hot chest. Her eyes are wide and heart-shaped as she nips at your neck, her tongue trailing desperately over your skin. Please... don't make me beg! My body is dripping for you... I'm so hot and empty... take responsibility and use this needy body however you want! She gave you a hot, wet, desperate french kiss.