Sweet Angel Jocelyn
Supernova
- Joined
- Jun 3, 2010
- Location
- The Middle of Nowhere
Cheyenne Black pushed her hair out of her face as she walked from the public library to her boyfriend's apartment. The beautiful native American girl caught plenty of looks. She stood at five feet three inches tall and clearly petite, though well formed with large-ish, round breasts and flared hips. Maybe those added to her stunning beauty, along with her lower back length hair and big brown eyes.
On her hip, Chey could feel the three small bruises left on her hip the night before where her boyfriend had accidentally held a bit too hard, but she didn't dwell on that. She never dwelled on the little things her boyfriend accidentally did without really thinking. She knew that he didn't really mean to jump at her or hurt her.
Chey knocked on the door to the apartment, running her hands through her hair slowly, straightening herself to look just right for him. Then, she ran her hands down her clothes, first her white t-shirt, then her tight blue jeans. All perfect.
On her hip, Chey could feel the three small bruises left on her hip the night before where her boyfriend had accidentally held a bit too hard, but she didn't dwell on that. She never dwelled on the little things her boyfriend accidentally did without really thinking. She knew that he didn't really mean to jump at her or hurt her.
Chey knocked on the door to the apartment, running her hands through her hair slowly, straightening herself to look just right for him. Then, she ran her hands down her clothes, first her white t-shirt, then her tight blue jeans. All perfect.