A S I A T A Y L O R
Yes, my name is Asia Taylor. The irony is unbelievable.
Well, not as unbelievable as walking in on two people having sex.
"Okay, wow." I freezed at the scene that greeted me. What a graphic welcome. "Um, this is a public setting where virgin eyes would like to remain virgin." Nothing like lecturing two people, about when to fuck.
The inner me snorted at my words. My eyes had long lost their virginity.
"By the way, nice dick." I nodded appreciatively at his wee-wee hanging proudly in the open. I never was one to cover my thoughts. Inappropritate or not.
The red-head woman, halfway through a moan before I interuppted, flushed deep red and bundled up her clothing in a hurry, frantically trying to cover her body and save her modesty.
The blonde man, on the other hand, smirked proudly in his birthday suit and leaned casually on his side. The flirty wink he sent my way did not go unnoticed. "Thank you."
"Oh, don't let me stop you. Do carry on." I eagerly gestured for them to continue and slowly backed out of the room. "By the way, don't be silly and wrap your willy!" Was my last warning before I shut the door.
First day of this place and already a good load of porn is engraved in my brain.
Well. Won't be the first time.
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The door numbers jumbled up before my vision and I could almost cry in relief at the sight of the one that lead to the room I was looking for.
The golden numbers etched onto the silver plate made me smile. 69.
I pushed open the door slowly, praying to whoever above that there was no horny couple doing the dirty in the room.
It would be totally ironic if there was, though.
I sighed in relief when there was nothing that could scaar me inside. Just a blonde-haired girl, situated at a corner of the room, almost completely covered by her canvas and a black-haired woman sitting behind her table, glasses perched on the tip of her nose.
"Hi." The principal smiled at the sight of me and warmly replied with a greeting of her own.
Ezrina looked up at the sound of my voice and mouth twitched into a small grin, acknowledging my presence.
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