I’m not going to lie to you: I’m a bush man.  LOVE THAT BEAVER! That being said, I can also appreciate a finely shaved clam; though, all things being equal, I’d take a muff pie over a bald bird any day of the fucking week.  Furry pussy, you are divine.

Where's the pit hair? Boo urns.

I don’t know what’s wrong with people today, saying big hair down there is gross, unclean and shit.  Yeah, sure, those hairs can trap in a few errant scents, but hey, that’s half the point.  I want to KNOW I’m– (continue reading…)

The only thing I dig more profoundly than a solid sex scene are dozens of sex scenes spliced together by the magic of modern editing.  What can I say, I’m the product of the music video generation; and thus, I likes my porn like I likes my training sequences: progressive, blistering quick, brutal, and time-lapsed.

The above clip from Bottom Dweller Orgies is a good example of what I look for in a hardcore montage: many angles, many players, various penetrations, all presented at a decent pace.  My ideal– (continue reading…)