Callista had your average life, decent grades, good friends, average family. She had a job she did not love, but then she did not hate it either. She had her hobbies, and her sports, and she was single.

The one thing that was wrong in her life was that she had a knack for choosing guys who were either far too serious, or ones that needed to grow up. She had not found that perfect blend of playfulness, passion and stability yet.. and it was driving her up the wall. Ok.. so there was vibrators and toys, but that did not compare to a talented tongue, or even better a talented cock.

Callista could never be described as shy, she had a body, she knew it, she was hot, toned, had a glorious set of breasts and she was not affraid to show any of it off. however she was also not a slut that just screwed anything that paid attention to her, and her sense of humor suited the company of men more than the company of women. She had friends, she had family, she had the apartment, the job, the car, she just needed the man.

Standing at 5'9 Callista had a thing for men at least 6'.. she did not really find herself attracted to men that were her height. She was fit, flexible and lightly toned, and after a game, or job it was obvious, but relaxed she did have that little bit of fat that made her feel normal. She has full hips that as a teen she used to complain about, her ass as well could be called 'booty', but now that she was older she loved them both. Just like she loved her breasts. As a teen she got teased for her breasts, they had grown quickly, but now, she was proud of the D cup flesh that sat high on her chest. Her blue eyes show happiness, joy, knowledge and just a hint of lonliness.