We’re still feeling pumped up about the Olympics, and that means we spend a lot of time staring at athletes’ bodies in motion. Yes, there are many women (and men) who deserve to have their images carved in marble and placed in the pantheon of heroic hotties, but we’d like to spend a little time focusing on one babe in particular: U.S. hurdler Lolo Jones.
It’s so damn hot out this summer that all you can do is stay indoors and watch porn next to the A/C. We know, that’s very 2011? So, thanks to Naughty America, you can still stay indoors, but you can also turn your friends, celebrities and random peeps into porn stars by tapping your phone a few times
There are several fates that may befall the lucky dicks of this world, and thrashing betwixt an ample pair of tits is one of the finest. It’s like being just tipsy enough at the club and having two of the finest babes in the place do the slow sidle.
We can honestly say we’d never thought about the concept of see-through sex before peeping this image. Coming inside a babe is so freaking fantastic, but imagine how much cooler it would be if you could see everything happening?! Watch a cock shuddering to orgasm, see sperm disseminating throughout the gorgeous landscape of the female form. But — wait! Is that — is that one trying to knock me up? No, no! Quit. Quit that! …Okay, so there could be some repercussions. But in fantasy transparent humanoid sex land, well, it’s art in motion.
The lesson Jessie Andrews, Andy San Dimas, and Paul Thomas teach us in “Shared Wives” is that you can swing, but you’re probably not going to be happy you did.
The soft sand under her cheek, the hot sun above, and the cool salty breeze at her back all make Anna Simakina question why she has to get up. Combine that with the fact that her damp shirt weighs a ton, and you’re looking at the sexiest beach photoshoot that never escapes the horizontal.
We’ve seen similar looking spreads of the beautiful and busty Hristina Ruseva in French and German issues of FHM, and we think it’s about time America hops on board the huge boob bandwagon. We love that bandwagon, and so does everyone else, and at this point, it’s embarrassing that the only thing separating the United States from the rest of the world is our comfort level with nipples.
We’ve seen a fair amount of footage from the position of the squirtee, but what of the squirter? Now we’ve got a pussy’s perspective and can appreciate the elbow grease it takes to bring about a deluge of grand proportion. And also enjoy the site of a gawgeous pair of tits swinging from all that effort.
Even though this movie is aimed at people in relationships who want to watch porn with their significant others, we bet the largest portion of people who buy “Sex is for Lovers” will be single folk who see the title and say, “What? Sex is for who now? Nuh-uh, I can have emotionless sex that’s ten times as erotic than this symphony of slow penetration, and I’m going to prove it by putting this on during my next freak session.”
Alyce (Jade Dornfeld) has been having a rough time lately–like, she’s haunted by the guilt of accidentally knocking her best friend off a roof, that kind of a rough time–so we can understand if she needs to stay inside and lose her brain in the television. However, we worry about her frantically masturbating to CNN and C-SPAN and whatever other broadcast atrocities she’s picked up; she’s not aware that she’s sitting way too close to the TV!
Ah, the ass. It can be the part misguided folks fuck in order to remain chaste and virginal, or it can be a gateway to the wide world beyond missionary, serving as a freaky rabbit hole to the more “transgressive” sex acts out there. Whatever the case, though — it feels glorious.
The masseuse was very respectful, which for me is huge. I find it unseemly to be crass when you hardly know a person even if you both know what you’re there for. He explained he was a professional LMT and had been doing this for more than 15 years which put me at ease.But I think the thing that was at least a 1/3 of it for me was that he insisted that I not lift a finger to help him in any way as this session was purely for MY enjoyment.
Armpit fetishism, also known as maschalagnia, is exactly what it sounds like: sexual attraction to armpits, their odor, their shape, their hairness/smoothness/stubble, and their warmth. We don’t know if 25 Magazine was deliberately going for an armpit thing when they published this picture of Arizona Muse, but yo, if you have this type of partialism, we bet you’re feeling Arizona right now.
Can you believe this angle? It’s the perfect angle for viewing Katy Perry’s panties and strange under-cleavage at the same time. How can you obtain this vantage point? You know, just get close to Katy and then get low. Panties and cleavage are simply two of the many reasons to prostrate yourself at Katy Perry’s feet.
We’ve had our fair share of crushes and certainly swooned over a tit or two, but we’re not sure if we’ve ever encountered a pair of tits to die for, as this fine film purports to provide. We were skeptical, for sure. But then… we watched. Heaven save us, we watched.
Let’s say you and a friend are on a vacation, somewhere thousands upon thousands of miles away from your home where you don’t speak the language or know the streets. Why stop there? Why not vacation from your English, from your clothing, your behavior, your fear, and even your face? That’s what these Montanan girls are doing, and we salute them wholeheartedly.
It’s Debra Winger’s last night alive, and she and her husband, Larry Pine, want to have a nice civilized meal with their young friend, Halley Feiffer. Incidentally, Halley and Larry have been sleeping together back Debra’s back. There are a lot of emotions in the air tonight, but fortunately for us, horniness is present as well, and sex on the kitchen table is there to help the healing.