The Key Isn't There

Unfortunately, the key was upstairs in her room, having been used just over the weekend from when she streaked home from the mall wearing only her socks and shoes. Looking through the glass she saw that the back door had been unlocked.

Renee begrudgingly faced Jeff with her hands glued to her crotch, feeling the heat from a cute guy looking straight at her bared bottom half. All she had to do, was go around and get in through the back. It would mean giving Jeff a full moon as she strode to the back, but it was better than what she usually didn't have on these days.

The ginger inhaled deeply, looked at Jeff, then the path she would take, and exhaled sprinting full **** off her porch. The worn fabric of her shirt had caught onto some loose nails that were shoddily put in by her brother out of boredom, ripping it clean off her body. Since her hands were already fastened to her kitten, her bountiful chest rose up and the fabric rubbed just enough to cause her nipples to stand perfectly at attention. Renee's round perky fleshorbs were now in plain sight of Jeff, who had managed to pull out his phone and video the moment her shirt ripped off surprisingly easily.

Renee saw the camera and could only scream as she ran to her fence, struggling somewhat to open the latch, but giving plenty of footage of her buttocks bouncing to the dance she was involuntarily doing.

After about 12 more seconds of her jiggling around, Renee finally opened the fence, flew to her back door, ran to her room and screamed as loud as possible into her pillow at yet another day of the senior year she was ready for to end.