Bria's new boyfriend?

Bria Jeurgen took a few moments to get herself upright, offering a red-faced smile at the camera as she smoothed her skirt back down around her hips, tucked her blonde hair behind her ears and repositioned her sash over her tight tanktop. Massa watched the girl with a generous grin as she searched for a place to sit, then reluctantly accept when he offered her his lap.

"Um, okay, I guess we're acquainted now!" Bria exclaimed with a nervous laugh as she lowered herself onto his knee, leaning forward and careful to keep her legs closed as the camera rotated around in front of her. "Are you a fan?"

"Such a pretty, pretty girl," the black giant observed, stroking her blonde hair with an oversized hand. "Do you have a boyfriend?"

"No," Bria replied with a smile and quick shake of the head, eager to take control of the conversation and move it in another direction. "That's quite an accent you have, Massa. Are you new to Minnesota?"

"I am African," he said with a sigh. "My family is still there, I am all alone."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," the buxom beauty queen said sympathetically, offering him an encouraging smile as she put a delicate hand on his broad shoulder. "As Miss Teen Minnesota, I welcome you to our country." He smiled warmly, seemingly touched by her expression of support. 'This is great!' she thought to herself, trying hard not to expand her smile too broadly. 'The footage of me comforting some retarded refugee is guaranteed to land me the crown!'

"Miss Teen, you are so nice and so pretty," he said quietly, glancing down at her cleavage before returning his gaze to her blue eyes. "Can you be my girlfriend?"

"Of course, " Bria replied condescendingly, casually patting his arm and turning to offer a wink to the camera. "Any girl would be lucky to be with you. Here." She leaned forward to plant a chaste kiss on his cheek for the camera, but as she did his hand gripped her backside and effortlessly slid her down his knee toward him, and he turned into her approaching mouth to deliver a passionate kiss of his own. "Oh! Massa!" she exclaimed, her eyes wide with surprise, as his other hand took hold of one of her breasts and gave it a hearty squeeze.

"Miss Teen, you have a nice body for breeding!" he told her before sticking his tongue in her mouth. The girl's legs were open slightly now, to better stablize herself, and his hand went from her breast straight up her skirt, and she gasped as one of his thick sausage fingers pressed against her rapidly moistening pussy.