American Bukkake 25
Over the holidaze Jeff cornered me at the yearly family get-together around the yule log and keg with a rage seldom seen on a most sacred day even in the most abnormal households. He read me the riot act for rarely reviewing American Bukakke, the JM series he holds dearest to his heart. Honestly, I didn't have the guts to tell him over the yams and taters that the average joe slobs who sign up to spill the suds on the sluts make me sick, but when he threatened to tell my mom his aunt about the blowjobs he had comped to my room at the Venetian during this years AVNs I had to submit.
I hope you're happy Jeff, so here it goes... There's a mushroom w/ yellow spots growing on a stage when suddenly appears Shayna Knight in a sweeet see-through black mesh top, panties up the crack with cheek shockwaves flowing with every lovely step. Growth begins like springtime in my pubic forest where behind the mushroom hides the bong that I loaned to Jeff a few years ago that the bastard kept and I never saw again until now. She flicks the bic, takes a hit then rubs the clit and shoves a crystal icicle dildo into her pink bubblegum cunt. Shayna has alluring purple eye shadow as a nice target while kneeling with the huge glass goblet awaiting the spunkage. One slob after another then take turns squeezing out slug trails of genetic paste onto her face in an assembly line of scumbag seed. Load after load spits at her open mouth while she rolls out the landing strip of her tongue inviting gunk from an array of icky dicks of all sizes that I saw out of my peripheral vision trying to avoid sight of these disgusting appendages. Sometimes gobs would end up dangerously near the eyes or strafe hair as Shayna did a great job earning her pay playing to the camera like she's looking at me. Snap, crackle glop! It's getting slimy and disgusting while all those dirtbags dump their spunk onto her as she's actually rubbing her twat in an effort to at least get off on her own personal low if you want to look at with emptiness, but I digress. It may be the pinnacle of her wild youth instead of a sad regret. Think positive!
If that's not bad enough, it starts to really get sleazy for the love of money. Satan laughing spreads his wings. Some pushy guy grabs her head like she's his alone while he works the woody to sticky completion. Another utter piece of garbage takes the time to rub his dick in the muck just to touch his cock to her skin. Pathetic. Also, some tub of lard has the moxie to plop down and set up shop on the nearby stage patiently trying to rub one out while the camera guy desperately tries to keep his repulsive feet out of the frame. Ugh! An aside in my mind, Wtf! Somebody throw that guy out into the back alley with his underwear on his head. Finally, he disappears into throng of dongs thankfully as the party slowly winds down when it ends drenched in the rain of sin with Shayna guzzling the spuzz down. Overall, it goes from the best she's looked in many a moon to a mess of jizz glazing her face, hair throat, etc. you get the jism-gist.
Next victim is my fave porno-Okie Bianca Pureheart who's looking more delightful by the scene, but inside I hope she knows what's in store for her in front of the ironic suburban backdrop and park bench. The setting almost insinuates that there's always something unseemly lurking below the surface of America. Judging by the numbers of units Jeff showed me over at the in-laws this past X-mas I guess this series is insanely popular here in the states where there must be sleaze of all writhing forms and loathsome levels splashed across screens when the worker ants aren't watching sports, inane sitcoms, stupid reality tv and QVC. It makes one wonder about what the neighbors might be watching at night with the shades pulled when the wife is upstairs snoring in the Craftmatic.
Anyway, to cut a long winded review short, Bianca Pureheart accepts each losers load like she's their own porn star girlfriend looking them in the eye and even licking many a spent prick as a bonus. That's a rarity and I commend thee, Bianca for being so personable in the midst of what some would view as total degradation. Wow! Both ladies put in the most memorable Bukakke performances in ages. How's that, Jeff? Now could could you please give me back my bong?

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