Rachel Giovanni

wavy brown hair that tumbled down to her shoulder blades. Her eyes were crystal blue. When she made eye contact with you, it was impossible to pull away. She made fun of me for how many times I would space out while she was talking to me. She had a very pretty face and her smile felt like an instant party. She also an amazing body. Her plump, perky breasts sat high on her chest and were the size of cantaloupes. They dramatically warped any shirt she wore and she had to wear a turtleneck if she wanted to avoid showing a mouthwatering level of cleavage. Her midriff was flat and toned, like a surfers, leading into softly flaring hips and plump thighs. Her butt bubbled out from her back, forming a perfectly looping arch when viewed from the side. If I spread my hand out fully, I could perfectly grab one of her cheeks and give the firm pillow a healthy squeeze. It was one of my favorite things to do and it made her want to tear my clothes off. She often complained how the shape of her body made almost all clothing slutty, but I could hardly complain. The cleavage she sported in the blouses and tank tops she frequently wore made me want to pull her top up and motorboat her and the jiggle of her butt as she walked around in yoga pants or tight jeans made me want to run up and squeeze it.