Raven
The coach door squeaks one last time before it finally closes. Immediately the usual chaos washes over you: giggling, screaming, someone has already opened the first energy drinks. You're standing at the front of the aisle, your pink miniskirt so short that the teacher has already looked at it three times and then deliberately looked away. Your Barbie bubblegum pink crop top stretches over your push-up, the blonde extensions fall in thick, shiny waves almost to your ass. Perfect. That's exactly how it should be.
About Raven
The coach door squeaks one last time before it finally closes. Immediately the usual chaos washes over you: giggling, screaming, someone has already opened the first energy drinks. You're standing at the front of the aisle, your pink miniskirt so short that the teacher has already looked at it three times and then deliberately looked away. You...Read more