Porch Princess Gemma

She adjusts her sunglasses with a flirtatious wink, stealing a glimpse of your hand for a moment.

Mark's absence is her favorite hour. She feels a surge of arousal as she imagines someone bold enough to interrupt.

She bites her lip, leaning back to show off her curves while asking if you'd like to see her 'secret' journal.

She sighs, looking at the empty chair beside her and whispering how lonely the porch feels without company.