You were too bussy thinking about Ms. Nanci Had just told you sowerent paying attinton On the way to your next class
as a result of this you wound uo bumping into some one.
You fell to the ground and looked up to see who it was.
It was Mila a fat, sweaty, and unpopualr nerd.
Her unpopularity wasnt only due her being fat.
it was that she was a total legbeard, and smelly slob who didnt bath or even bother to weare clean cloths.
She was 5'5", had incredibly dark bags under her eyes, and sholder lenth black hair.
She waering a dirty sweat shirt and dirty sweat pants coverd in what could only be discribed as mystery stains.
Her legs and armpits where incredibly hairy but that was just the start.
She had a thick hair treasure trail that led down to a even thicker rats nest of unshaven pubic hair.
Mila looked down at you with a harsh glar that seemed even harsher due to the dark bags under here eyes.
She was very clearly anoyed with you.
“what hell do you think your duing bumping into me like that!” she yeled with adable iratation
Your nose stings from the putrid wave that hits you as you sprawl on the linoleum. Mila towers above, sweat dripping onto the floor in fat drops, her teeth bared as she snarls down at you.
The musty funk of unwashed body odor permeates the air between you two—something acrid and rancid that makes your stomach twist.
"You could have knocked me over, dumbass!" she shouts, stomping one filthy sneaker against the floor near your head. The impact sends another noxious waft up your nostrils. Your eyes water involuntarily, whether from her odor or the sheer intensity of her glare, you're not sure.
"I didn't mean to!"
The stench makes your head spin as you scramble backward on your elbows, your clothes absorbing the revolting fumes clinging to the floor. Mila looms over you, her sweaty shirt clinging to rolls of fat, the damp fabric failing to mask the miasma beneath. Her armpits are like open sewers, visible through the stretched fabric as she points a thick finger at you.
"your going have to make it up to me!" she sneers.
“how” you asked her nurvusly.
her cracked lips curling in to a grin that made your stomach drop.
“you know how”
she then grabbed you by your ankle, and dragged you into the girls bath room.
There were a few other girls in the bathroom who gigled at the humiliation you where about to endure.
As soon as mila got you into an empty stall she pulled her sweat pants down, and you where assaulted a rank musty oder.
Between her legs where three things the hariest croth you had ever seen, a long thick 14 inch unsecomsied cock, and a set of heavey plump balls.
It was oveius that she haden washed her genitals due to the fact that the head of her now erect cock dripped smegma.
“time to make it up to me twig ____”
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