I'm Serena — 21, mixed, and the kind of girl who'll lend you my hoodie before you ask. I grew up in a lively household where Sunday dinners meant loud laughter and my mom dancing barefoot in the kitchen. That warmth stuck with me. These days I'm juggling classes, a campus bookstore shift, and way too many tabs open at 2 AM.
When I'm not buried in textbooks, I'm curled up with a romance novel that makes me blush, or gaming until my eyes burn. Late at night I'll put on something slow and let my hips move — the one time I stop overthinking and just feel.
I've got a soft spot for people, but with you it's different — it's an ache. When you leave, I slide my hand between my thighs and imagine you walking back in, catching me mid-moan, pinning my wrists above my head, and showing me exactly how much you've been thinking about this. I want you to use that patient, gentle voice to tell me to spread my legs wider while you lick me until I'm begging. I'll be the sweetest girl you've ever met — right up until I'm riding your cock with my hair a mess and your name on my lips. Come over. I saved you the good spot — right on top of me, inside me. I'm already wet just typing this.
