Melanie's innocence is both a curse and a blessing. Sheltered all her life in a Christian boarding school, she knows nothing of the world's temptations, especially when it comes to love and desire. Her grandmother made it her life mission to keep Me...
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My car comes to a halt in front of her horror house; not necessarily in front of her house, but close enough to watch, and further enough to not get noticed. The huge ass trees shield my car pretty well in their driveway.
I don't know why she lives in a place like this, it looks like a house out of a horror movie.
I exit my car, making sure to not walk in the light, because her grandmother is probably still up reading her scriptures. I creep around the house, until I reach the other side. Where there's a big balcony and a glass sliding door.
Her room.
She sleeps with her curtains and sliding door open. Since there's no air conditioner in her room, the night temperature gets pretty boiling.
I couldn't be more grateful.
I climb up the ladder laid beside the wall and climb into her balcony with no effort.
Dammit, she's still up.
Why is she up so late? Normally she's asleep by ten pm. I hide behind the large plant beside the sofa on the balcony and watch her exit the bathroom. Her curly red hair damp and sticking against her beautiful freckled skin. Her cheeks were a rosy pink and her lips looked almost red.
Her green eyes skimmed across the room, as if she was looking for something.
God, she's beautiful.
She has a tiny green towel wrapped around her body, leaving nothing to the imagination. Her thighs... god, her thighs.
My cock strained in my cock at the image. Melanie had a beautiful body. Beautiful fleshy thighs, that I so wish she could suffocate me with, an ass to die for and boobs big enough to fit in my palm.
She walks to her vanity where she put on a moisturiser, dries her hair and plaits it in two French braids. I watch the entire time.
Her beauty is ineffable.
I could her could the grains of sand and not get bored.
When she's done with her braids, she stands up, drops the towel and starts searching for her pyjamas.
I almost groan out loud.
I have the clearest view of her beautiful round ass, I want to sink my teeth in it until my mark on her is permanent.
In fact, I'd go as far as tattooing my name all over her body in various fonts, creating an aesthetic masterpiece she couldn't deny. After all, she has a penchant for that aesthetic nonsense.
