The curious exams of mr. johnson

In the quiet of the deserted classroom, Mr. Johnson, a dashing black male teacher with a suave appearance, stood before his students. The three blonde South African matriculants, each with sultry curves and striking beauty, were dressed in their finest, their ultra-low-rise navy blue pleated skirts highlighting their perfect figures. As the moonlight streamed through the windows, Mr. Johnson, with his sharp eyes and perfect freckles, meticulously examined the young women's breasts, his fingers gently tracing the contours of their large, round shapes. The girls, though nervous, maintained their poise, their dark areolae peeking out from their tops, while their hard nipples strained against the fabric of their skimpy outfits.