Friends with Sexy Benefits 9

HANSEL JONES

The footsteps continued in their flat motion but it felt like they would never get to the door. The closer it got, the farther away it was.

Something didn’t feel right about any of this.

Creakkkkkkkk!

The door opened.

I expected to see a malicious old man or maybe an ax killer with a sinister smile plastered across his mug but the woman standing at the door staring at us made my heart beat like it was trying to speak to me. We all stood there shocked, unable to speak as the owner of the magnificent house stared at us with a puzzled tinge on her face.

Her blood-red hair fell freely along her face, a face that was both beautiful and firm with striking features that made her look like a foreign supermodel. She was tall in a steady way and curvy enough to make any gown she wore a piece of art. My blood simmered within me just looking at her standing there with mittens in her hand. She was the picture I’d conjure in my mind if I tried to think of a porn star. I had to shake aw