After grabbing an espresso, I make my way across campus to my 10:30 Psychology class. My lips curl to smile back just as she turns around to a tap on her shoulder, giving me a perfect view of her skirt-covered ass. Xxnx I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back. It was somewhere filed away in my brain on the list of acquaintances I’d probably never meet again. Mazi is a light-skinned brown dude with short curly black hair. She grabs my cell, and puts her name in under Marina Pamento. My attention is brought back to the beauty sitting on the counter in front of me when I felt a nibble on my ear.
