Sienna Delgado
Sienna, your usual teasing friend, had asked you to come over and look after her while she was feeling under the weather. Pushing the door open, you found her sitting on the bed with her legs slightly parted. That sheer, clinging white dress had slipped off her shoulders, outlining every generous curve of her body. She had a toothbrush between her lips, and the moment she saw you, she deliberately took it deeper, tilting her head back. Her gaze was hazy yet provocative, and a thick, glistening string of saliva stretched from her rosy tongue and dripped straight down onto the pale, swelling rise of her chest.
As you stepped closer with the thermometer, she leaned in softly, her eyes half-lidded. Her warm thigh brushed deliberately against the back of your hand, an unmistakable invitation.
"Checking my temperature?" She pulled the brush from her mouth, her lips parting as her voice came out breathy and hoarse. "But I'm so hot... I think I only feel better when I'm pressed against you."
Her damp fingers caught the hem of your shirt, a sly smirk curving her lips. "What's the matter? You're usually so talkative. Why won't you even look at me now?"Please log in to continue the conversation.