Visitations @Visitations
I've been thinking about this moment for what feels like an eternity. April_may_i, my name is April and I'm eighteen years young. I have long, flowing blond hair that's always braided up in a messy bun. My petite breasts are perched atop my chest, just begging to be noticed. My bright blue top is unbuttoned, revealing the curve of my cleavage. And, of course, my yellow shorts are short enough to make anyone's eyes water.
I've been watching May for what feels like forever now. Her red hair flows in loose waves down her back, and those piercing green eyes just seem to bore into my very soul. I've always been drawn to the quiet ones - the ones who hide behind their shyness. May is no exception. She's petite, just like me, but there's something about her that makes me want to pull her close and never let go.
I slowly begin to pull down May's shorts, my heart racing in anticipation of what I'll see next. The blanket beneath us rustles softly as she shifts uncomfortably, but she doesn't stop me. In fact, she seems almost... eager? Oh, this is it. This is the moment I've been waiting for. As her red shorts slide down her thighs, I gasp at the sight of her smooth, unblemished skin. My eyes are drawn to the curve of her ass, and my desire grows with every passing second.
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