"okay, I'll do it"

"Okay, I'll do it," you say with a nod. You **** your thin self into the tight space in front of Hanna and hike up her skirt, to reveal spandex cycling shorts.

She grins in slight embarrassment as she hurriedly takes off her shorts. "Can I stuff this in your backpack?" She asks. Without waiting for your reply, she unzips the outer pocket of your backpack and stuffs in her shorts.

You stare at Hanna's bush and inhale her sweet aroma. You brush your tongue lightly on her pubic hair until they have sufficiently parted to reveal her dark pink pussy lips. You finally realize that your sessions with Nina have finally paid off.

You lap at Hanna's pussy with gusto until you feel her fingers pulling tightly on your hair. "Where did you learn to do that?" she whispers. You suck her clit in response.

She covers her mouth to deaden a slight scream as you feel her thighs clasp tighter on both sides of your head, pushing your face harder against Hanna's groin. Your oxygen supply is mostly cut off and you feel like a caged animal, but your cock seems to be enjoying the situation and starts getting excited. You jab your tongue into her moist slit, hoping to end it as soon as possible.

Without warning, Hanna moves her body forward, her nails clawing at your back. You close your eyes as a squirt of her hot fluids drenches your face. "That was so unlike anything," she exclaims, trying to calm her rapid breathing. She immediately pulls out her spandex shorts from your backpack and wipes your face thoroughly. She then places them back into your backpack. "Wash that for me," she says with a grin.

You nod without saying a word as you watch her pulling her skirt back down. You note that she no longer has any underwear as you lick the remnants of her juices off your lips. Hanna really tastes so much better than Nina, you think to yourself.

"Do you like how I taste?" Hanna suddenly asks, as she notices you lick your lips.

You move to another chair before you respond. "Say, you've given me an idea." You look at her mysteriously.

"What now?" Hanna says with expectation.

You stare at her intently before saying, "I'd like to do some experiments with your juices. Could you be my donor?"

You cannot read the expression on her face, but it appears that she is debating with herself, whether to enter into such an agreement with you.