Happy 2011!

It’s 2011, and everyone’s New-Year wish just arrived in a flirty bundle named Breanne Benson—Penthouse picked the winner for January and then turned the whole calendar into applause. Picture this: there she is in the back corner of a laundromat, wearing a skimpy sporty getup that screams “girl-next-door just came from the gym.” The clink-clank of the washers fades while her hand sneaks down the front of those tiny shorts and finds her shaved slit already eager. Two fingers swirl, lazy and deliberate, until everything is slick and shiny enough to invite company. With a wink and zero hesitation she peels the rest off: shorts drop, sports bra flies, and the camera gets an eye-full of round, bouncy tits bouncing free. Nothing fancy, just bare skin and that glossy pink hole, wet enough now to slip a knuckle inside with an audible little squelch. Mission accomplished—another load started, no spin-cycle required.