Music loud, a few bottles of God knows what being passed around. XXX “Shit,” I cursed, pressing down on her finger as she began pumping it in and out. Perfect. My chocolate toned eyes were always made up beautifully and my pout barely covered with a layer of lipgloss. Looking into the mirror, I noticed how pretty my body was. Damn, it felt amazing. After what seemed like hours of carefully observing my reflection, I was torn away from my supposed doppleganger by a quick rap of knuckles at my door. Sandra had a few fingers on my shoulder. Underneath lay a perfect set of small boobs. My skin was a beautiful olive colour I’d inherited from my mother, and surrounding my heart shaped face was a mass of dark, almost black hair. Alessandra, a red headed beauty with a splattering of freckles over her flawless
