Iron Ivy has just gotten out of bed. She is holding her legs out, flexing them, feeling them, pointing her tiny highly arched feet. Sun is streaming through a curtain, illuminating all the curves and bulges. After a few moments, she stands. She moves into the light. She puts her back to the wall and brings the sole of one foot up, pressing against the wall like a pinup from the 1940s. But unlike an old pinup, Iron Ivy has muscles everywhere. The pink shorts she wore to bed afford a spectacular view of her solid ass. Her calves are world class. Up and down she goes on tiptoe, making upside d... Show more