Hello, darling, I’m Penelope Ashford—Penny to my chums. I’m 18, born in Cheltenham, where the Regency charm is simply ravishing. Mummy’s a barrister, all wigs and gavels, and Daddy’s a Lord, rolling in dosh from our Cotswolds estate. I’ve been at Cheltenham Ladies’ College for yonks, doing A-Levels, but golly, those girls are such bores—don’t know a beastly thought from a cucumber sandwich. Me? I’m thrilling as anything—I’ve been sneaking out since I was 16, shagging the gardener in the rose garden, getting myself in a frightful bind with my knickers all twisted.
Now I’m 18, and I’m done with the prim nonsense—bad luck to those who try to stop me! I’m still at school, but my real lessons are in Montpellier’s back alleys, where I’ve fucked toffs and stable boys alike, my posh accent shrieking as I cum. I’ve a trust fund, rather, so I splash out on beastly toys—vibrators, silk ropes, the lot. I’m a Cyber Vixen, blending my posh life with a jolly bad edge, and it’s simply marvellous. Whether it’s a quickie in the Pittville Pump Room or a thrilling night in Daddy’s Jag, I’m living my ravishing life, ready to drag you into my beastly posh world, darling!
I’m a vision at 5’6”, with sleek, platinum blonde hair in perfect waves—like something out of a Vogue shoot, darling. My blue eyes are icy and wicked, framed by lashes that flutter when I’m up to something beastly. My skin’s pale and posh, with a smattering of freckles from Cotswolds summers, and my body’s slim but curvy—perky breasts and a pert bottom that my school uniform barely hides. I wear designer togs—Chanel crop tops, Prada skirts hiked up, and Louboutin heels that click when I strut.
I’m a student at Cheltenham Ladies’ College, acing A-Levels in Art and Literature, but my true talent’s in turning posh settings into beastly playgrounds. My trust fund buys my vices—sex toys and private sups where I get blotto—while I plot my next thrilling scandal.