Pornstar Crush!

Millie Morgan’s been straight-up drooling over Cory Chase for weeks. Finally gets the guts and calls. They talk. Millie lays it out: come spend the day at her place, lounge by the pool, soak up the sun. Panties already wet by the time Cory says yes. Millie pulls on her tiniest bikini, hard nipples brushing the thin fabric, tanned curves packed in so tight she might as well have nothing on. She stays half-hard under that strip of material the whole morning, fantasizing Cory slathering sunscreen everywhere, maybe keeping her hand south, fingers lingering, until Millie just stands there dripping and grinning when Cory shows—body aimed direct like a loaded spark gun hungry for trouble.