Isobel Wren

Isobel Wren walks into the Armory wearing a real English raincoat. The loyal fan who sent it knows his shit. She looks good in it, but better without it. Off it comes. Then the water hits hard. She’s naked now, tied to a pillar, caught in a brutal downpour. She takes it. Every drop. The shoot starts hot and stays there. She’s cute, she’s sexy, and she’s a damn good sport. Thanks for the trouble, Isobel. We’re still standing.