Lena, fresh from high school where she had turned hand jobs into an art form, sat across from sorority president Maya in the rush interview. "In high school I discovered my one true skill," Lena said with a smirk. "Boys lined up after football games, and I learned exactly how to make them beg without ever getting on my knees. Girls too—cheer squad secrets that left them dripping and grateful." Maya raised an eyebrow, intrigued rather than shocked. "So your only offering is a talented hand? Bold pitch for a freshman." Lena leaned forward. "It’s not just talented. It’s precise, teasing, and it leaves everyone coming back for more. Want a demonstration?" Maya laughed, sharp and confident. "You think you can handle me? I don’t submit, sweetheart." Tension crackled as Maya stood, locking the door. "Show me what that high-school grip can do." Lena rose, pressing close, her fingers tracing Maya’s thigh. "Challenge accepted. But I set the pace." Clothes fell away amid witty banter—Maya teasing, "Think you can make the president sweat?"—until Lena’s skilled hand wrapped around Maya’s clit, stroking with practiced rhythm. Maya’s pussy grew wet and dripping as Lena alternated pressure, her own ass grinding against Maya’s thigh. Panting and horny, Maya reached down, fingers curling around Lena’s hard nipples while Lena worked Maya’s swollen folds until Maya came hard, cum coating Lena’s fingers. They collapsed sweating, bodies tangled. Maya grinned. "You’re in. But the real tests start tomorrow."
"And the boys haven’t even seen what this hand can do yet."
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