Being the silent g-string cylon that I am in public w/ a roving redeye but I’m sly on the lookout. The fun part now is boldness in contrast to shyness. Don’t be a pussy, gotta be strong. Fuck it, I’m gonna be peepin’ like a pimpizzle snoop dogg scope on the down low if I’m not fucking it. Damn straight I’m looking. It makes going out in public almost worth it. The mall sucks cept for window shopping for ass cracks and nipples. X-ray inspexxion of a thong is my specialty. Reality sometimes in my Alfred E. Neuman imagination is only peopled by teen meat, fucktoys, milfs, plumpers and hoes… the rest of the population is worthless. It makes me smirk inside like orange sunshine. A whale tail sighting will always save the day like seeing a mermaid would, but this ain’t a fable. It’s fantasy. In reality just spotting a thong underneath a tight pair of shorts or jeans is great, but seeing a whale tail is like a a rush of fresh nitrous. Sort of.
The first scene which features blonde Tiffany just about makes the dvd rock alone. Plenty of other lovelies to inflate the flesh sceptre , but seeing tiffany nailed on bent knees, pants pealed down thong pushed to side as she’s prodded in doggy submission. Lovely, but they should have never removed the panties. That is my only suggestion. Leave the g-strings on. Pulled to the side for the duration of the fornication.. Please, I need the tease to continue. I was saddened when they were removed. It’s not necessary. Keep it sleazy. Set some better parameters to suit smut’s needs alone. I’m getting selfish in my old age. I watch porn like Walt Whitman contemplates nature. [Smash Pictures]