Laura had spent her life in this little whitebread town and was worried that everyone she knew would disapprove of how she had driven this African to aroused temptation, and was also embarrassed by Ngocko's total disregard for their reaction or the impact on her reputation. And so the innocent blonde pleadingly led the big black man around to the wooded area behind the church, hoping to speak to him privately, beg his forgiveness and hopefully pacify him. But even before they reached a place of seclusion, the African began pulling at her little pink dress and insisting he needed 'release', and her cheeks went red as she first glimpsed his erect cock and blamed herself that she had made this stranger so eager to have her.
Laura hoped no one had noticed them come this way together as her green eyes darted back to the church, down at the bulge in the front of his trousers and up to the African's intense, troubled face (she didn't realize that one of her creamy DD-cup breasts had spilled out of her bra and was exposed now that Ngocko had tugged one side of her dress down). "I'm so sorry, Cocko!" she apologized quietly in the relative privacy of a few spindly trees. "I know I have tempted you by dressing in this way and flaunting myself in a way girls in your country never would. Please forgive me! We can be friends... maybe even go on a date." It would be Laura's first.
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