Cherry Popped
She was sixteen years young, beautiful and innocent. Her name was Cherry, and she was just as tasty. Dark blonde hair hung damply over perfect C-cup breasts and she had full lips, hips and toned limbs. She bent down to the lowest shelf on the refridgerator and giggled at the brush of cold air that slid past her pussy. She became quickly excited and ran upstairs, completely forgetting about her drink. She threw her towel onto the floor and hurriedly shut her bedroom door. Laying back down...