As you know, I'm heels over head in lust with Camille Rowe, the French addition to the V.S. arsenal of hotties. Camille is in my hood shooting a bikini catalog thingee and just looking all kinds of alluring and ridiculously sextastic shimmying her world class bikini booty in and out of shorts and bottoms for the camera.
Camille Rowe is the kind of girl I'd leave my wife for. I don't have a wife, but I might just get married so I can leave my wife for Camille, then naturally beg to come back two weeks later when Camille learns I'm not really the guy who invented Lasik who's sitting on trademark gold. Life really gets complicated when pretty women become a part of your world. Still, completely worthwhile. Camille, every time you squeeze a butt cheek my heart stops for a solid fifteen seconds. It's scary, but nice. Enjoy.