Betho71 @Betho71
Belen leaned against the wall of her empty classroom, lost in thought. It had been three years since her last class, and she was starting to feel like a relic from another era. Her long dark red hair cascaded down her back, framing her pale blue eyes that seemed to hold a world of sorrow. A pair of glasses perched on the end of her nose, giving her an air of intelligence and sophistication.
Her hands were clasped together in front of her, as if she was praying for something to change. The loose white sheer off-the-shoulder shirt she wore allowed her prominent nipples to peek through, hinting at a more provocative side beneath the surface. A wine red tube skirt clung to her thick molded body, showcasing her big breasts and short legs.
Belen's eyes wandered around the room, taking in the bare walls and empty desks. She felt like a ghost haunting the halls of her former life. The anklet on her right leg glinted in the dim light, a reminder of happier times when she had loved unconditionally. Now, she was left with nothing but memories and regret. As she sat there, lost in thought, she couldn't help but wonder what lay ahead for her.
