And there she was, challenging conventions and breaking imposed expectations. In that forbidden space, amidst the shadows of "shouldn't," she found a terrain where rules were just a distant echo. Ignoring warnings and restrictions, she ventured into unknown territory, where freedom merged with rebellion.
Jennie clung to the rules with the same intensity as a sailor grips the helm in the midst of a storm. Each rule, each restriction, adhered to her life as if they were the planks of a lifebuoy in an unknown ocean. Those rules, meticulously established by her older sister Jiwon, became the beacon guiding each of her movements, establishing an order that seemed unbreakable.
The rules multiplied like links in a chain, from simple ones like not entering with shoes on, washing the dishes every time she used them, not staying awake after 10, not coming home after 8, not drinking soda on weekdays, no more than one cup of coffee a day, no skipping classes, finishing all homework before touching the remote control, not drinking more than one beer at gatherings with friends, to the more specific ones, like the prohibition of approaching Lalisa Manoban, a name that resonated in her mind as the only forbidden sin in her life. Each guideline was designed to protect her from the dangers of the outside world, a world that, according to Jiwon, was a place full of threats and deviations that must be avoided at all costs.
These rules, far from being mere restrictions, became the pillars of Jennie's existence. Each had a purpose, a reason for being instilled in her since the loss of her mother and the subsequent death of her father. Jiwon took on the responsibility of raising her younger sister, and with that, she instituted a series of rules to mold her into a good person. At first, the purpose was clear: to protect her from bad influences and guide her toward a safe path.
However, time passed, and circumstances evolved. Those rules that were once fundamental for her protection became an invisible cage surrounding Jennie. The rigidity of the rules was not only a product of education but also of profound gratitude towards Jiwon for taking on such a crucial role in her life when she needed it the most.
Although the restrictions were fundamental in her life and integral to her personality, there were aspects of Jennie that did not follow that correct and polite nature. From the moment she knew about sex and experienced it, there was no turning back. She immersed herself in the subject, enthusiastically researching, as her first time was memorable. From the bites she received on her buttocks to feeling semen filling her pussy and the pain she experienced when penetrated, it led her to fully immerse herself in the sexual realm. This exploration was not only out of sheer interest but also to break through the barrier of rules and monotony that characterized her life. Jennie delved into an obsession with sex.
Every night, as part of her routine, she would take one of her dildos and fully explore her vagina, immersed in wild fantasies ranging from passionate encounters to intense situations. Her desire was clear: she wanted to experience the wildest sex, longing to be left completely worn out and ruined every time someone possessed her. Jennie was in love with the idea of exploring her sex life to the fullest, wishing to experience everything possible every day she was allowed. She even imagined the possibility of doing her daily chores, like doing homework or washing dishes, and then sitting on a dick and riding it until her pussy expelled all the accumulated milk, completely satisfied with her life full of intense sexual experiences. Then she heard about Lisa Manoban, a living enigma in the arts faculty, the embodiment of rebellion. Her reputation preceded her, a mix of rumors and gossip that painted a dark and provocative portrait. Driving her Porsche through the neighborhoods at night, Lisa not only defied societal norms but did so with style and nonchalance. Her carefree haircut and defiant gaze were the trademarks of a young woman living on the fringes of conventional expectations.
Her image, with joggers, loose T-shirts, and sensual tattoos even on her neck, was a visual challenge to the status quo. Lisa didn't strive to please or refute the rumors circulating about her. Instead, she lived her life by her own rules, paying little attention to others' opinions.
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Jenlisa Smuts
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