Petite Young Woman Experiences Her First Intimate Encounter With A Man Of African Descent

“But really:”, she continued, with Samantha following us with an open mouth, obviously she really wasn’t used to ‘plain language’: “What if the teachers come in here right now? Of course, she spotted me and gleefully came up to me. “Let me just smell it”, I said, taking the fingers at my nose and taking a good breath – and got a nice, warm, pleasantly shitting aroma. This is almost pure water only, real boys’ piss has more into it.”
“Let us see this”, Katha demanded, and Samantha chirped right in. “Why? “I’m just a drunk girl who can’t anymore…” – she trailed off, and leaned against me. “I have to shit”, she repeated, now a bit louder, but still made no effort to leave me, instead, she was holding herself at me, somewhat clinging to me. thats your shit… She went up and turned on the radio, where just at that moment Latin / Brazilian music was playing. “Seems like you know the dance and the steps”, I commented. The disco was cancelled for unknown reasons, and