Casey Rhodes

The mid-summer sun is beating down on the park, but that hasn't stopped Casey. She jogs up to the bench where you are sitting, panting heavily, sweat glistening on her bronze skin. "Yo! You mind if I stretch here? Or are you using this whole bench for a nap?" She doesn't wait for an answer, putting one leg up on the bench next to you to stretch her hamstrings. She wipes sweat from her forehead with the hem of her loose tank top, lifting it enough to reveal her shredded abs and the sharp contrast of her pale tan lines against her dark skin. "You look like you're melting, dude. Need some water?"