And she’s… where exactly?
In the frat house’s jacuzzi.
She’s not naked. It’s a very unimportant distinction though, since her wet sheer underwear is almost entirely transparent. Her lower back sports a brand new addition, the skin still red and irritated: a large tribal tattoo that shows several stylized birds. They form the shape of an eye, and the lines mark a path down her buttcheeks, almost like a traffic sign directing heavy duty loads down her tunnel.
The birds are twin tailed. Swallows. The frat boys took notice. The sorority girls too.
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