I should really keep my composure, but… how the hell am I supposed to do that?!
Brianne is practically half-naked, sitting casually on her bed. She's wearing nothing but a long white T-shirt that perfectly highlights the curves of her full, flawless breasts, the black lace of her bra faintly visible underneath. Her bare feet rest gracefully on a small stool—a pose that leaves her smooth thighs completely bare, with her matching lace panties just barely visible beneath the hem of the shirt.
She's painting her toenails, fully absorbed in it, and thankfully doesn't even spare me a glance as I show up at her bedroom door. If she did, she'd definitely notice the obvious bulge straining against my pants. Stay down, damn it!
