Name: Sam Caldwell<br/>Location: Sam’s Bedroom<br/>Approximate Time: 6:32 AM<br/>Tagging/Mentioned:<br/>Wearing: Yoga outfit<br/><div class="bbImageWrapper js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/attachments/1610/" title="45d9ecccc6d7099050ebaf984306fc20.png">
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</div><br/><br/><br/>She groaned at the sudden sound of Irina's alarm from the room next door."Noooo... too fucking.. No!" burying herself in her pillow a minute. She grabs a nearby boot and throws it as hard as she can against her sisters wall leaving a little mark. "Shut the fuck up Irina.. Jesus!". Her sister was so annoying... waking up this early on the last day of school? So stupid.<br/><br/>Irritated Sam eventually hopped off her bed and stretched her arms into the air then running her hands along my toned stomach and smooth skin. She's wearing nothing but small pink lace panties, her large breasts bounce at my every movement freely. Her body is tight and lean muscle, firm and a perfect curved hourglass shape, large breasts, narrowing to a thin waist and back out to wide hips and a plump ass as wide as her breasts. Sam's skin is smooth and sensitive without a blemish or mark on he. She grabs a pair of short yoga shorts, and start sliding them on. Shifting her weight from one leg to the other as she wiggles them up over her plump perky ass, the shorts fitted skin tight against her body.<br/><br/>She quickly throws on a quick yoga top that presses her massive breasts upward and out in a exposed fashion, cleavage spilling out.  Just before she leaves her room she looks into the mirror, a large grin forming over my face while she move my hand over her tight body. "Looking good Sam..." she laughs giving herself a wink, slapping her ass hard with a loud pop echoing through the room. She opens the door into the hall, with a big yawn, "Need... coffee... to live..."