American Bukkake 30

This is a beautiful picture. The feeling of effort more than actual enjoyment from the pov of the bukkake participants moves nicely with the look of pain and sadness in the model's face. Is it just me or does this set of pics make this bukkake seem darker and seedier? In any case, I like it.

OK, at first I thought roman-greco wrestling sunsuit tanlines guy had a jizz accident on the black guy next to him, but then I realized he's wearing some crazy jeans he's had since Kris Kross was big. Bet they're tapered, too.

This is exactly why this country is fucked. Think, and look, at this shit. OUR Armed forces are theoretically fighting to protect our rights....nay, these perverts rights, and the sick fuckers that make this shit, their rights to keep on doing it. The poor fuckers hunkered down in bunkers in Tikrit, Baghdad and Fallujah are being bukaked in shrapnel to protect us at home so we can do this shit? Fuck that...you fucking idiots.

Meanwhile... look at the dude that "cant bear to watch", so he is whacking off facing the door...



And someone has to knock this shit off with the simulated "Reaching for something we cant have" mockery of these cant get laid fucktards. This really looks like it belongs in the Nazi Chick Thread, with a gang Sieg Heil to the Rhine Maiden Lost in a San Fernando Valley Warehouse.



Moving right along...who let Count Yorga in on the bukkake? The dude circled with his eyes closed looks like the old B Movie actor Robert Quarry in those shitty vampire movies from 1971. Seriously, how old is this fucker? And check out Ms Barra's tats...Hideous...just....just Hideous! I dig the taped up bubble mattress though, nice touch to the scene's base epitomization of sleaze and sloth...seriously, I find it FACINATING in the most morbid sense that these chicks would rather do THIS than anything else to make a living...FUCK making a contribution to society, these chicks are wayyyy too smart for that. No J O B for them, uh uh...

heil hitler!

Lipstick cherry all over the lens as she's falling
In miles of sharp blue water coming in where she lies
The diving man's coming up for air cause the crowd all love pulling dolly by the hair, by the hair
And she wonders how she ever got here as she goes under again

Girls on film (two minutes later), girls on film
Girls on film (got your picture), girls on film

Wider baby smiling you just made a million
Fuses pumping live heat twisting out on a wire
Take one last glimpse into the night I'm touching close I'm holding bright, holding tight
Give me shudders in a whisper take me up till I'm shooting a star

Girls on film (she's more than a lady), girls on film
Girls on film (two minutes later), girls on film
Girls on film (see you together), girls on film
Girls on film (see you later), girls on film
Girls on film (what ya doing), girls on film

The best part of Jamie Elle's scene was at the end. When she finally gets up off that table she's been lying on the whole time, her hair is literally SOPPING WET and heavy with cum. At one point you can see it just dripping off the end of that big jizz-mop of hair. AWESOME!

i do another line..blind spot's euphoric erasure
multiply
like christian abortion

i do another line....this induces vomiting
i'm having trouble breathing
i can see nothing through the amassing blindspots..
life is now pain's erasure

i do another line...my esophagus contracts so violently
it renders me an immobile fetus
i pick up my guitar to make hate into a single
unwavering sound...
1992's feral prophet reborn
i see my blood dripping down off my face
onto the fender's light brown maple neck

i try to do another line
and my hand slips through the tray..
my asomatous body falls into the toilet
and continues through the floor
to the sewer beneath

(this vaccinated motion brings such tears to her eyes, that i now have my sound)
..and i feel nothing

and what is this before me that rises like october @ midnight

2 archways whisper Genocide
the one to the far left emits a gold radiance,
lined in my own blood,
w/ the voice of christ weeping for heaven's loss

the other, a diseased abyss blue,
the doorway outlined by various infant body parts

i run like the wet shit under my legs and thighs towards the first one
i run like hunger for the tribes i embraced 10000 years ago
and i fail
for a moment i think of all the german modernist composers
the french impressionist, the italian violins & osterias
i'll never see
and for that brief passing moment
where my situation becomes clear
i am destruction..

..and then i am nothing

i am a bacteria w/o the tender love of Tijuana's whores......

hell isnt hot sister,
its cold..like a lover's empassioned stare
changed to a stranger..leaving
you wondering
& wandering hopeless

i never wanted human contact like i did then

instead my open hand is greeted by the surrounding dank, rotting, blue liquid..it immerses everything w/in its aquarium
it drains and disintegrates all things
human..or otherwise

-- Excerpt from Elizabeth Must Die

Wow Nice bukkakke...Every womans dream.

Those jeans are in now for Spring/Summer 2017 ;(

To think she's got two kids and lives in the 'burbs now.