Chapter 4
by 
Yelawolf
Do you...
You remark. "That's just plain racist. But I will just pound that racism out of your head."
Cecilia said with mockery in her voice. "Haha, you can't pound, grind, hump, or ride racism out of someone. I would know."
You let her grab your hand as she leads you into an empty classroom with a bunch of desks, a chalkboard, and many papers thrown on the teacher's main desk. She makes you look like a shed dog as she shepherds you into the room.
"I think I would love to know that story." You said.
"Haha no stories my dear friend. Let create ande one today." She said as she immediately pull off the booty jeans leaving herself in a top and white panties. The contrast drives your mind crazy as you study her petite figure over and over. Like a person preparing for a heavy tough examination.
"Well ain't we a sexy little demon." You said walking over to her to loom over her. "Mmm, your so fucking sexy Cecilia."
She asks in jest as you hold onto her hips. "What am I your type?"
"Haha yeah pretty much. I love my women petite and..." You kiss her neck whispering into her ear. "cameral."
She let out a slight small moan. "Mmm, you know how I like my white boys?"
"How?" You ask back touching her soft silky skin.
"I like my white guys hung as fuck and wildly passionate. Men who take what they want." She rip off your shirt to demonstrate how she probably expected you to conduct yourself against her.