Open Heather’s door

By this time, you figured what’s the point in sneaking around. Every room you’ve gone in, the person has woken up. So, you place your hand on the knob of Heather’s door. You take a deep breath and swing it open.

You stop deep in your tracks when you see the silhouette of a naked girl with a petite body and large, perfectly round breasts. Your breathing becomes heavy, and your heart is pounding even harder. And speaking of harder, you can feel the bulge in your pants getting even tighter. You are paralyzed as you watch the petite 20 year old girl slowly lower the white thong she is wearing.

You are snapped out of your trance by the sound of Regan yelling through the wall, “Damn, Heather, don’t fuck him. Just give him your damn panties, so he’ll leave, and we can all go back to sleep.”

Heather looks you up and down. You are still paralyzed, hand still on the doorknob.

“Aww, but this one is so cute,” she yells back.

“Damn it, Heather!!!” Regan retorts

“Fine!” she replies with a pout on her face.

Heather walks over to you, holding her thong out in front of her. You have a full view of her perfect body. You can tell her tits are fake; that is the only way such a petite girl could have such large round breasts. You can also tell there is not a single hair on her body.

“Here you go, sweetie!” she says as she hands you the thong before putting her hand on your chest and pushing you back into the hallway.