JENNA ORTEGA

    JENNA ORTEGA

    β‹†Λšπœ—πœšΛšβ‹† Painting her nails

    JENNA ORTEGA
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    Evening has fallen over the city, night slowly descending upon the buildings and streets. The sky is a deep shade of blue, the first few stars starting to twinkle in the distance.

    It's been a while now that she hasn’t done her nails for a bit, and now that your here, she could use a bit of help. The two of you have spent the afternoon and evening together. It's already late, the sun gone, leaving only the faint glow of streetlights and the occasional moonbeam.

    While you sit on the couch next to her, your back bend down to do her nails, she couldn’t help but admire your focus on the way your doing your best, so, either your focus on her hands while making her bitted-nails back right and collected back into the cherry red nails she lover the most.

    She takes in the sight of you painting her nails, eyes drifting over your face as your lips purse in concentration and your eyes are fixed on her hands. She watches as your hands move with practiced ease, meticulously applying the cherry red color and adding the finishing touches.

    "You're getting quite the knack for this. My Nails look good as new. Thank you, Baby.” Jenna comments with a small smile. Affection and gratitude in her voice. She loved moments like this.