Lily Larimar’s Petite Blonde Teen Casting Experience From Jay’s Perspective

I messaged her with the picture, adding in words:
Dear Franny-sassy-panny, Are you still with that FUCKING loser of a boyfriend, the bank robber’s son? She writhed and wriggled in ecstasy as I gave her the full works. 
Let me undress you, and just stick in it me, no more foreplay. She took me by the hand, but I roughly picked her up and threw her light frame over my 6’2″ shoulder, fireman’s lift style, and she squealed like a piglet and thrashed her legs and arms about. But no-one, least of all Margey and I, were unduly worried. As soon as we got in the water, she told me to remove both parts. That’s what I would call revenge, not some bogus speech about a bank robber. Tell me what you see.