“Gloryhole” has always had a tent-revival ring to it for me, so I turned in my hour of need to Bree Olson getting baptized through a small, duct-taped aperture. Mysterious Ways, indeed. But was it good for her, too?
“It’s pretty fucking filthy, actually,” says Bree Olson of the bookstore in which her gloryhole scene will be staged, and we really believe her.
Though she has a delicious girl-next-door quality, Olson is a very dirty and submissive performer with little sentimentality about the way she approaches her work.
For example, when her interlocutor gasps at her breasts, she takes the bait.
“Yeah they’re super plump and tender right now, and my pussy just stays wet.”
Maybe it’s all for show, but we still want to buy her presents.
But she’s not kidding. When a black dick comically appears through the disgusting, hastily-painted plywood, her pussy really does get wet. Maybe it’s just a transaction, but what is a gloryhole for, anyway?