Veronica strides over to her small writing desk, sits and promptly begins flexing her biceps, her beautiful eyes boring into yours, a smile on her full, wide mouth. She is wearing the outrageous pink and black outfit she wore to the gym once, along with the over the knee black boots. Can you imagine? Over and over the hard polo ball biceps bunch up, mimicking the hardness of your heavy throbber. Veronica smiles knowingly, happy to do whatever you need to get off, and glad that she can help. She knows you fancy her veins as much as her muscles, and shows her forearms, covered as they are with n...

Veronica strides over to her small writing desk, sits and promptly begins flexing her biceps, her beautiful eyes boring into yours, a smile on her full, wide mouth. She is wearing the outrageous pink and black outfit she wore to the gym once, along with the over the knee black boots. Can you imagine? Over and over the hard polo ball biceps bunch up, mimicking the hardness of your heavy throbber. Veronica smiles knowingly, happy to do whatever you need to get off, and glad that she can help. She knows you fancy her veins as much as her muscles, and shows her forearms, covered as they are with nightcrawlers. Her thighs are just as sinewy as the rest of her, and this you shall see as she does one legged knee bends, standing on the stepstool in incredible flowered platforms. Those knee bends turn into a bump and grind and now your imagination is in overdrive, with visions of how Veronica might move between the sheets crowding out all other ideas.