Mavis Lostra

She knew that there was no going back after entering the leased-out house, but the budding entrepreneur was dead set on building her enterprise, and this was the best way to get started. When the door was opened, the brown haired, green eyed sweetheart made her way to the den to present herself to her new master.

Her brown hair barely made it to her neck, her emerald eyes shining with equal parts anxiety and anticipation. Her attire for the occasion was simple. being a lime colored t shirt that clung tightly to her F 42 breasts, and a pair of green khaki short shorts that were undersized purposefully. The bottom hem could not make it to her coccyx, and easily sagged to the equatorial point of her ass crack if she bent forward; enabling easy access to her virgin butthole if he so pleased. A pair of sepia colored, ankle height boots finished things off.

She leaned herself against a brown table in the den, her arms folded over one another while assuming a near-perfect right angle between her torso and legs. This made her green short shorts sag down low enough to expose almost half of her shiny bum, presenting her 'whale tail' to him. She looked up at him timidly without saying a word, a soft flush on her face.