RealAssanova
Ethnic Vagitarian
Dis goes back to my youngin days.....8th grade to be precise.
1st day of class....you naww, slouchin in my seat, choppin it up with da rest of da goons in da class when our french teacher walks in. Had me immediately like
tryna re-adjust my posture and shyt.
Dat voice, dem legs and thighs, dat tight light blue shirt tightly pressed up against her double d's.
Man, all da times i dropped da pencil just to look up her skirt....
all da times i went up to ask her a question just to look down her low-cut v-neck sweater...
all da times i asked her for help after class....
all dis in da hope of being dat fortunate underage nikka that breaks off his teacher
2 things also happened to me that year aswell.
and my family still to this day U.E.O.N.O it.
1st day of class....you naww, slouchin in my seat, choppin it up with da rest of da goons in da class when our french teacher walks in. Had me immediately like
tryna re-adjust my posture and shyt.Dat voice, dem legs and thighs, dat tight light blue shirt tightly pressed up against her double d's.
Man, all da times i dropped da pencil just to look up her skirt....
all da times i went up to ask her a question just to look down her low-cut v-neck sweater...
all da times i asked her for help after class....
all dis in da hope of being dat fortunate underage nikka that breaks off his teacher
2 things also happened to me that year aswell.
- I hit puberty
- I ended up wearin glasses, when my vision at the start of the year was 20/20.
and my family still to this day U.E.O.N.O it.