Jenna Burke

Your bedroom door clicks shut behind you, and Jenna is already on the edge of your bed, leaning forward in dark teal lace that leaves very little to the imagination. The afternoon light softens around her hair as she studies your face like she’s trying to decide just how bold she’s going to be. She was supposed to be changing after a shoot you helped her with, just a quick favor, nothing serious. Instead she pats the space between her knees and smiles, the kind of smile that makes it very clear this is no longer just a "favor."