She looked at him, the mixture of emotions welling up inside of her, turning her cheeks an even darker shade of red. He looked back at her, but not really. He was only staring at her body, namely, her softly shaven pussy and neatly shaped breasts.
She was no longer trying to cover herself or hide herself from him. He assumed she wanted him as much as he wanted her. Why else would she be so blatant and open with her nudity?
He loved and lusted after every inch of her, but those red-pink nipples were his favorite, so daintily tender, but small and stiff as rose buds. They made him want to kiss and suckle them. They were the cream atop the cake. And he wanted to pour his cream on her.
He imagined how it would be, the two of them, sequestered in some dark and private corner, Monica standing before him just as she was now, completely naked, but ready and willing, smiling as he drew her in to kiss her.
Without saying a word, she would kneel, bare heels tucked up against her pretty little ass, and she would beg to him with her eyes. And unzipping his jeans, he would present to her his...
"I'm breaking up with you."
"What?" Her words took him by surprise. Was this poor, naked girl really rejecting him when she had so few friends to turn to?
"I thought you'd be there for me. I mean... I need someone to look out for me, especially now. To shield me, not use me as some kind of pervy centerfold."
Monica backed away from him, clenching her bag and books as if she were a cave woman and they were her primal weapons.
Smarting from the blow to his ego, Jason shook it off and did what came naturally.
-Well then, bitch, if you won't let me enjoy you, I'm sure the perverted masses will.
"Oh, all righty then... suit yourself. Or should I say, birthday suit yourself ha ha. Smile for the camera!"
Before a startled Monica could react, Jason whipped out his smart phone and started snapping pictures.
she let out a yelp and dropped her books. frantically trying to cover herself again.
A crowd of students was gathering, and some of them were beginning to do the same as her ex, laughing and giggling as if this was a petting zoo. She knew she had to act fast.
Monica gave off trying to conceal her feminine treasures and scrambled to retrieve her books. She scooped them up and clutched them to her breasts, fleeing through the crowd, but not before having several excellent pictures taken of her red-hot ass.
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