Colombian Woman Pleasuring Herself

I looked out over the campus and saw a number of other girls walking around. And she turned up the volume of her moans as if the hairier part of my stomach made it so much sexier. But we were having a Schmooze– that was what they called a party—on Friday night, and I had better be there. WE KNOW YOU DON’T HAVE CLASS THEN. And I was repeatedly told not to talk to anybody about this frat. Womanizers. What are you kids up to?” And I remember saying, “Fuck, let’s run.” And we did and the fat cop hardly bothered to chase us. It was for college age bachelors. I put my hand on it and rubbed that spot. He yelled some shit and I heard him running, but then he stopped and I heard the crackle of his radio.