Recent Blogs: CAM CRUSH pressed herself close to the Johnny; her hand went right to the stiff bulge in his shorts, her lips were practically on his. "She's waiting for you, Johnny," Mrs. Hanson breathed as she pushed the door open to reveal her daughter, lying on top of the covers of the large, four-poster bed.
Johnny's eyes drank in the full glory of Susie Hanson reclining on the silken covers. The young blonde was an absolute vision of loveliness in white ribbons and lace, the lovely little things her mother had purchased for her that afternoon at Victoria's Dirty Little Secret. The sheer, lace trimmed babydoll she wore flew open in front to properly display her smooth, flat belly; the tiniest satiny string-sided triangle covered her pussy, worn over the garters that suspended her scalloped, lace-top stockings. Of course she wore her high heels; the white three-inch pumps that matched her lingerie. Susie's hair was done up and about her throat, a simple strand of pearls.
