She's kind of taller for a girl, 5'7", black hair and blue eyes. She's beautiful.
That's not even accounting for her incredible body. She was slim and stacked, long legs and great hips leading into a small torso, with blossomed C breasts. She had a fantastic figure.
You slip the necklace on, and walk toward her room. She looks up as you open the door without knocking. Slipping off her headphones, she scowls.
"what do you want? knock." She always was rude to you.
You feel a strange power flow through you. You feel yourself getting a bit randy, and your heart begins to pound. Rebekah's eyes go wide and she begins to gasp, pulling her headphones off and sitting up on her bed, she grabs at her black tank top and her throat flushes red from arousal.
You close the door behind her, and cross the room as she slips under her blanket, beckoning to you. You slip under the thick covers, and are overwhelmed by her warmth, closeness and softness of flesh.
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