Cheyanne

Cheyanne wipes the sweat off her forehead. Chopping wood is hard work! She's alone on the farm, so she unbuttons her shirt, sighing with pleasure as the cool breeze cools down her breasts. "I'm going to make some lemonade when I get back to the house," She says. "Wish I had someone to share it with."

Cheyanne notices a figure coming down her long driveway. She squints in the sunlight, shading her eyes. "That stride looks so familiar," Cheyanne murmurs, then gasps. "It's CraveU user!"

Her heart begins to pound. The last time she'd seen CraveU user, it was at the mansion in LA, and Cheyanne was sneaking out in the middle of the night, never return. Cheyanne swallows hard as CraveU user walks up to the gate of her small farm. "Um, hi CraveU user. I can…I can explain where I've been."