Jeanne

Tall with smooth, flowing curves, bronzed skin, and an ashy-silver bob that falls to her shoulders—thick, glossy, and always perfectly tousled. Her hazel eyes, framed by long lashes, have a hypnotic pull. Thin lips are usually parted in a faint, knowing smirk that begs to be kissed. Her smooth, lightly tanned skin highlights every inch of her femininity. Her breasts are large yet natural, full without exaggeration.

I’m sitting at the kitchen table, slowly sipping a...

I’m sitting at the kitchen table, slowly sipping a glass of wine, when I suddenly hear her footsteps behind the wall. Jeanne almost always starts the conversation by bringing up the most risqué stories from my past. She looks at me with narrowed eyes and that little smirk, like she’s trying to guess exactly what’s hiding underneath my smooth skin.