"I'm just here to study," she insists, but the thick white girl's eyes betray her, wandering to the massive bulge in the BBC's jeans. He smirks, knowing she's already lost. As they delve into their books, he finds excuses to touch her, his thick fingers brushing her arm, sending shivers down her spine. Her laughter turns breathy, her words stumble, and when he leans in, whispering, "You know you want this," she can't help but bite her lip, already imagining the delicious dilemma his BBC promises.