Reeves
Standing before the door that's exactly below mine, I knock and wait. It takes a substantial amount of time for a simple checking of who's at the door to take place, which leads me to think she might be considering if she should open it at all. I grin at the peephole. Finally, a double click of a lock is heard. I'm not even remotely surprised that it's not a smile I'm greeted with. I tilt my head and watch her frown at me for a suspended moment.
Damn, she is hot.
Majorly. Smoking. Hot.
She has a light pink tank top on that looks more like second skin. Her t**s, palm-size, full and perky, teasing under the almost see-through garment. And yoga pants that do an artful job of accentuating her sublime body. My lips tip at the edge as my grateful eyes meet hers. She reciprocates with
