A glance at her face told you she wasn't nearly finished. In the cramped stall, this pig-tailed coed proceeded to own your wimpy ass, while you could do nothing but squeak out protests.
[Give yourself a wedgie, hiking up the back of your underwear until it resembles skimpy bikini bottoms.]
"Cute -- huff! -- panties," she grunted, tugging at your briefs. "What are you, twelve?"
[Grab the waistband of your briefs, clutching the fabric until there's no slack, and give them 5 sharp yanks.]