Lily Ivy is from Tennessee. You probably know her already. Since last Summer, she made a sizable splash into the adult industry with her boyfriend. Last night, some person broke into my car, robbed me of my camera gear, destroyed hours of hard work that I put into a great shoot with a beautiful woman.
But as long as I continue to photograph specimens like Lily, I will have to roll with the punches. Sure, I am pissed, but mostly at myself. Won’t be leaving things in my car anytime soon. We march on.
It was one of those warm Summer days that makes the distant Winter seem like a movie you once watched, but can not quite recall the plot of. Lily Ivy was able to experience Santa Monica for the first time in perfect beach-going weather. Lily is from Tennessee. Recently, she learned how to wield her beauty and sexuality in front of a webcam for a living.
I asked her if she has uncovered any kinks of her own. She confessed to deriving pleasure from being spit upon. From the bonus video, it seems that might go both ways for Lily. The melody is an instrumental version of ‘If I were a rich man’ from “Fiddler on the Roof”.
You probably love Lily Ivy. You probably think she is the cat’s jamjams. You are probably smitten by her lively, kinky personality. Or is it her crazy good looks?
Whatever it is, you oughtta be ashamed of yourself. Be original. Resist those charms, mang. Show a little self control. Don’t be so predictable. Don’t be like me.