See Justine Joli and Heather Vandeven get wet at Stagg Street

See more of Daria playin’ around at MPL Studios

Check out Madison and her babe-friends at Stagg Street

We’ve got a bit of a thing for people’s first foray into the world of social pornography. It’s like heading into your first day of school — your nerves are jangling, you’re filled up with butterflies and a sense of exhilaration toward the unknown. It’s exciting for everyone involved! In this case, however, we’re trading notebooks for babe-ass and pens
for cocks. That’s more exciting still.

In a perfect world, we would be unrestrained, unencumbered, our perversity flowing in and around us as freely as the air that we breathe. Well, welcome to Throwback Thursday, where utopia can be found! In the form of bushy outdoor BJs and fingerbangs and lush orchestral refrains. Sign us up!

Every nipslip is its own story. We don’t know all the fine details of Holland Roden’s slip, but we know that it’s part of a very moody modern day noir, probably one that involves a city where it never stops raining and the police are in the pockets of mobsters. Our heroic detective sees Holland’s nipple through the wet window and suddenly the whole case becomes clear.

Get it? She’s not wearing clothes! (But don’t tell her that, we have a good thing going here!) Ah, anyway, the real sweet part of this spread is that it satisfies one of Holly Hagan’s dreams: to be on the cover of Nuts. “Everyone told me I’d never do it. I bet they walk around Tesco, see me on the shelf, and are absolutely gutted.”

We’re so thrilled by Juno’s hair color change that we nearly overlooked the nipple she’s showing in this spread for Hunger Magazine. It’s a tad embarrassing, but you can’t really blame us. Number of times we’ve seen Juno’s breasts: about five or six, depending on how you count. Times Juno has changed her look so drastically: well, she did this for “Atonement,” but we forget if she’s done it any other time.

See Jessie Lee, Justine Joli, and Jade Vixen show their colors on Stagg Street

Ladies atop ladies — lips and tongues flitting amongst legs in stockings and lacy underthings, dainty fingers probing into dainty pussies, love and colors swirling all about in a beautiful panoply of babe on babe on babe. We’d love to live in this kaleidoscope, twirling and whirling in a lovely lady wonderland.

Claire randomly tweeted at Igor while he was in Los Angeles, and when he noticed that she had the same agent as some of his fave ladies, he went to her place for a shoot. We are sincerely glad he did. And is it bad that whenever we think of her name, we hear the Red Robin jingle? At least it’s a positive one: “Claire Robbins–yummmm!”

The first time we saw Lucy Collett show her nether regions (a true rarity in the lad’s mag community), we thought it was a calculated effort by the then-fresh Page 3 Idol to change lad’s mag traditions. Upon seeing these other pictures of Lucy totally naked from the early days of her modeling career, we realize that full frontal is just how Lucy does Lucy.

We’re not saying we’re not totally into this hot-ass striptease from Monique Alexander; no, that’s not it. But it is going to be giving us some difficulty throughout our day of, you know, interacting with people and being a non-bonered member of society to have these images flashing through our mind all day. But we’ll take the pros with the cons, because these are some pretty good and nipple-y pros at hand.

Them toes are demonstrating a remarkable amount of skill for something we normally utilize for mere steppin’ and kickin’. Yeah, we bet these sensual feets could even hang the streamers and cut the cake at our little fete. But they’re probably best served for ever so carefully prancing and dancing upon any hard cock in their path. And when they get tired, well, this hottie chick’s tongue has no trouble taking over. This is our new favorite kind of tag team.

It’s the French Riviera in the summer of 1915, and Jean Renoir–son of the Impressionist painter, Pierre-Auguste–is home to convalesce after being wounded in the war. Fortunately, he has a lovely young woman at his side, Andree (Christa Theret), to help him recover, and she is more than willing to pose fully nude for the elder Renoir’s paintings.

Our love of Lucrezia Borgia (Isolda Dychauk’s portrayal, specifically) goes back a long way, but we think we’ve found a clip that tops all the others. If Lucrezia has to bang her man Alfonso under the prying eyes and pointless commentary of two church officials, she’s going to do it her way: on top.

That ain’t no lie. First of all, we are obsessed with her wondrous rack (naturally). We’re intrigued by her hardcore yoking nipple clamps. We’re beguiled by the blushing skin that displays every swat, nearly purple in places. And we’re enchanted by the smile that creeps across her face when that crop turns its attention to her rosy puss. Are we supposed to love a slave like this? Meh, fuck the rules.

You know what, go ahead and take all the Twinkies off the shelves. We have a million creamy fillings right here (or, ten). They’re just as sweet, a good deal sexier, and are also better for you. Also, they’re pipin’ hot. We’re sort of breaking a sweat here… just like when hardcore attacking a moist little snack cake.

There they are, jiggling by the hands of babes, joggling by the fervid thrusts of rock-hard cocks in muff and ass, swimming across our vision like beautiful, bouncing suns. It’s heaven, we tell ya. And here’s a fun mission for you — can you identify each lady behind the boobielicious bounty pictured above?

How our hearts and souls vibrate for a vermilion-locked lady… They’re enchanting, ethereal princesses imparting the earth with their singular sparkle. But, this being the case, why is Mallory Mallone strapped to electric-shock pads while on all fours on the ground? She doesn’t look like the type of gal who would get into trouble… But trouble seems to have found her, in the form of Bobbi Starr. Uh-oh!