Cheryl Blossom is a good-girl-next-door, a college student who took the plunge into nude modeling. Here’s a different side of Cheryl Blossom, dressed in a red halter top that zips up the front and delicate mini-skirt, black nylons, black thong pants and bad angel heels, and made-up like a femme fatale with dark eye makeup, the kind of enticing man-eater who gets a man into trouble and has him eating out of her hand. Cheryl enters the room with an eye-banging, spell-casting, almost challenging gaze that says “Come here” and slowly undresses, climbs onto a tabletop and shows every marvelous inch of her world-class body in sultry poses. This hottie shakes and swings her large scoops, the video set to slow-motion. “I think mostly fellas look at my eyes but if they are looking at my chest, I don’t say everything,” Cheryl said. “Sometimes I am not looking at their eyes, either. Sometimes I walk down the street and studs turn around or shout out words of surprise or approval.”