>>16273160"Should we tell Sycamore about this then?"
"....Naaaaaaaaaaah. He's probably busy doing something."
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"Haaaaaa~ Haaaaa~ Harder, Augustine, harder!"
"T-The warrior does not....he does not speak as he does his work, ma belle!...."
"Haaaaah~~~ Harder~~ Harder!~ Give it to me!~"
"ONLY IF YOU BEG!"
"I AM, I AM! G-God, stop teasing m-haaaaahhhhhhh~~~ W-Where did you even learn to thrust so hard?"
"Ma belle, the warrior does not learn, he only creates!"
"C-Creates?!-Haaaaaaaaaaah..~ oh god there, THERE, that's the spot..."
"I'm not being too rough, am I?"
"I'd say you're not being rough *enough*."
"Fine by me, ma belle.~"
"U-Um....E-Excuse me, professor?"Sycamore stops at the sound of a voice at his door. With a sigh and a grunt, he removes himself out of the single-mother's gloryhole. He scratches his hair in order for it to look sex-crazed enough for family-friendly presentation, and looks at his visitor.
Naked, of course.
"Why hello Sina! Tres bien! What brings you to my office today?"
"U-Um...P-Professor....y-you have...u-um, uh..."
"Oh this? Don't mind that, it'll deflate in like two minutes or so."
Sina blushes and looks away, she nervously hands the professor a bunch of documents, "H-Here are the papers that y-you um, a-asked for professor--IREALLYAHVETOGONOWBYE!"
Her face redder than the nigger skin she was born with, the brownie runs off as soon as she hands the papers to him.
"Who was that?" asks Grace as she comes to embrace Augustine, desperately wishing for the pounding to continue.
"I don't know, some dumb black bitch. Let's get back to spooning."------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Yeah, he's probably really busy."
