The only thing worse than overhearing some dude brag that he slams snatch ten times a day or that he reams pussy—for hours on end—at 300 beats a minute is these claims actually being true.  Nobody likes a show-off.  It makes the rest of us fellas look bad.  Hell, we’re doing our best, just because we’re lazy lovers, you don’t have to rub it our face.

Did Chuck Norris show you this one, asshole

There should be a rule: if you’re fucking Superman in the sheets, keep it to yourself.  Hell, the lady you’re spoiling is gonna yap about it enough, you don’t need turn insult to injury.  There should– (continue reading…)

—not that spunk, per say, has a monetary value and that a hundred and ten pounds of the stuff would buy you a new car; what I’m trying to say here is that, given a go at one of these vixens, the mass in your own jizz load may very well match the total weight of one of these hotties (clothes on), which, from my reckoning, must signify one hell-of-an-orgasm.

Yep, there’s nothing quite like plowing some fallen pixie princess with your nuts a-blazing.  Cute, tight, and a little dirty, these stylish twats are Grade-A clam for any occasion, equally– (continue reading…)