“I don’t think I need to explain what c****s is, the three of you are basically expects in that field”
Amaya said with a straight face. The three friends exchanged looks. The whole scene would be funny if they were not so itchy. Two hours later, the they were sitting in Tresh’s mansion watching the big screen, horrified by the pictures in front of them. It seemed Amaya intentionally found the worst s****l transmitted infections and diseases photographs she could get. Her voice on the background explaining each and its complications was the cherry on top. Still with towels wrapped around their waists, genitals itchy and burning, all they could hope for was they don’t complicate like those pictures on the screen.
“Your lecture ends here, I hope you will pass on the message to your partner
