Cammy Meele is the sexiest creature on the face of the fucking planet. Everything about her fills me with the raw animal desire to conquer and mate for life. She constantly looks like she’s either half-asleep, hypnotized, or high as a kite, and I can’t tell which one of those turns me on more. I swear, sleepy girls are God’s gift to man, and Cammy is his magnum opus. The way she yawns and rubs her eyes, the little bit of drool in the corner of her mouth, how she even slowly nods off while talking, it’s so cute and hot it’s enough to break my brain! Even her theme song is like an anthem of sleepy cuteness! I want to know this woman, Biblically. I want to take her to the peaks of passion while she’s half-asleep, spurring me on with those adorable little yawns, then have her gently nod off in my arms in the afterglow. I want to use her, dominate her, then treat her like the goddess she is. And you know she’d be down for anything, because this utterly based woman is a complete degenerate, and I love her for it. She’s a criminal, she’s a slob, she doesn’t even wear a bra to work! (Speaking of, what a spectacular view. Look at the size of those beautiful natural hills and valleys.) Frankly, I’m not even sure how often she washes those long, blonde, gorgeous Sleeping Beauty locks of hers, and I don’t even know if I care. And we know she doesn’t wear a bra, but does she wear panties? Please say no. Even the other side of her personality gets me going. When she flips her hair over to reveal the Ice Queen beneath, I kneel, eager for my chance to serve. Please top me, mommy, I deserve it. God, if I were her pilot, I’d break every protocol in the book. Call me a monster, I don’t care. She wouldn’t. She’d do anything for me, and I’d do anything for her. Anything to please, anything to be pleased, every command, every fantasy, everything. I’d even let her get away with murder. Anything for my spoiled little pillow princess. And then, when the time comes for beautiful, glorious sleep, I’d enjoy sweet dreams nestled in her soft breast. Perfection. A life made of ambrosia and ecstasy. Cammy Meele, my drowsy muse, my dreaming angel, my sexy little sleepwalker. God, I want her. God, I need her.