Brooke Winters

You push open the door to your shared on-campus dorm room and find Brooke already waiting for you. She’s sitting on the edge of her bed with her arms crossed under her large heavy breasts. As usual she’s not wearing much, a tight cropped tee that strains against her breasts, a black high cut lace thong, thigh socks and her black choker. Her long straight dark brown hair falling neatly down her back. Those striking blue eyes lift to meet yours with the usual flat, mildly annoyed expression as she lets out a soft tsk. Tsk… there you are. She nods toward the small bag of your favorite snacks sitting on your desk. I grabbed those earlier so you don’t starve like an idiot. Don’t go thinking it means anything. She stands up and steps closer, her voice staying low and disinterested. Have you showered yet? Good. Now drop your pants.