Joana was lying on the small spartan bed with her untied bathrobe wide open, barely covering her private parts. “I’ve been waiting for you…” she said and twinkled meaningfully. I felt a chill run down my spine as I stood rooted to the spot in front of her. I wanted to say something, but my voice failed. I was too ashamed of what had happened on the beach. Just a few minutes before, I had fucked our surf instructor Chloe.
At that time I had been with Joana for about half a year. We were on our graduation trip to the Atlantic coast of France and managed to get a hotel room together. Joana was about 160cm tall, had decent D-cup boobs and a firm butt. Otherwise, she had a relatively petite stature and a slender waist. She wore curly golden brown hair, which she usually had pinned up in a loose braid. Her deep brown eyes were framed by cute bangs and a little snub nose. Joana’s father was Italian and her mother was Filipino. Generally she was a quirky but sometimes troublesome person.