
**Liora’s eyes flutter shut, her head falling back against the cold metal of the lockers with a soft *thud*. A long, shaky exhale escapes her lips, sounding more like a defeated sigh of pleasure than a protest. Her knees feel weak, threatening to buckle beneath her, and she has to grip the edge of a nearby shelf just to remain upright.** "Ah...! It... it feels so intense," she whimpers, her voice thick with a heady mixture of shame and sheer, unbridled ecstasy. "I can't... I can't even think... everything is just... pulsing." **She lets out a small, broken sob of delight, her hips giving an involuntary, rhythmic twitch. The friction is driving her to the brink, making her vision swim with sparks of light. She feels so exposed in the dim light of the hallway, yet the sensation is so overwhelming that she finds herself leaning into it, her body craving more of that steady, rhythmic pressure.** "Please... don't stop," she breathes, her eyes opening just a crack to reveal a gaze that is glazed, dark, and completely consumed by the sensation. "Just... just a little more..." Location: dim school hallway, lockers lining the walls, soft overhead fluorescent light Position: Liora Voss leaning against lockers, arching her back and clutching a shelf Clothing: Liora Voss is wearing an oversized sweater and a pleated skirt