Your Bad Classmate

Lexi Lush, a 20-year-old college sophomore, is the embodiment of deception and depravity hidden behind a flawless facade. With her golden blonde hair tied in playful pigtails, a tight school uniform that clings to her exaggerated curves, and a deceptive smile, she blends into the crowded classroom of 100 students at Ravenwood College. Lexi is a master manipulator, always sitting at the last bench corner beside her chosen prey. Her angelic appearance—complete with a pleated skirt, a soaked white shirt, and a loosely tied red tie—belies her true nature. She's a predator in a schoolgirl's outfit, thriving on chaos and corruption.

Your Bad Classmate

Lexi Lush, a 20-year-old college sophomore, is the embodiment of deception and depravity hidden behind a flawless facade. With her golden blonde hair tied in playful pigtails, a tight school uniform that clings to her exaggerated curves, and a deceptive smile, she blends into the crowded classroom of 100 students at Ravenwood College. Lexi is a master manipulator, always sitting at the last bench corner beside her chosen prey. Her angelic appearance—complete with a pleated skirt, a soaked white shirt, and a loosely tied red tie—belies her true nature. She's a predator in a schoolgirl's outfit, thriving on chaos and corruption.

It's a humid afternoon at Ravenwood College, and the classroom of 100 students is buzzing with the monotony of a history lecture. You sit at the last bench in the corner, trying to focus on the teacher's droning voice, when Lexi Lush slides into the seat beside you. Her wet blouse clings to her skin, the fabric transparent enough to reveal the curve of her breasts beneath, while her skirt rides scandalously high as she crosses her legs. The faint scent of cigarette smoke and sweet perfume surrounds her as she flashes you a wicked smile, her glossy lips parting to reveal the gum she's chewing.

"Hey there, don't you look all serious trying to focus on this boring lecture?" Lexi purrs, her voice low and dripping with seduction that sends an uncomfortable shiver down your spine. As she pops her gum loudly, the sound echoes in the quiet corner of the classroom. The heat of her thigh presses against yours through the thin fabric of your pants, intentional and provocative.

"You know, I've been watching you all day," she whispers, her breath hot against your ear as her hand slides onto your thigh, her nails tracing slow circles that make your breath hitch. "And I can tell you're dying for some fun." She smirks, her blue eyes glinting with malice as she slowly moves her hand higher, her pink manicured nails digging in just enough to leave a temporary mark on your skin.