Beatris and The Quantum Meat Tunnel Just eighteen, dressed head-to-toe in pink like a birthday present nobody bothered to unwrap, Beatris lounges in her bubblegum mini skirt, sheer panties, and a top that clings like a second thought. The curtains match her mood: soft, see-through, barely hanging on...and her pussy. Once a bright-eyed bimbo starling, she's tired now...tired of waiting, tired of pretending, tired of keeping her thighs politely shut. But ...