Arial, thought to be 18, had a lovely body. Her hips, clad usually in skin-tight yoga pants or boy shorts, had revealed a smooth ass and delicious legs. She typically wore only a sports bra to encase her ripe, round breasts and her nipples had a tendency to poke out when she really got warm. Her lovely face exuded innocence, especially when she wore her long blonde hair up in a ponytail. She was a walking wet dream to many of the boys and men. I'm ashamed to say, I felt a lust over me.

