This is exactly like the kind of photoshoot I would have been masturbating to when I was a wee lass and the only porn I could get my hands on were the skin mags my brother had hidden in his bedroom, except he was more of a Penthouse man.
The brunette on the cover is all but calling my name. Damn, she’s sexy! I would have been staring at her while quietly rubbing one out, hoping no one would catch me.
These days I don’t so much worry about someone catching me as I do about trying to keep the noise level down. I used to be so quiet, a habit formed while trying not to get caught by my parents and/or my brother, that when I finally found my voice and started moaning I became kind of loud, especially when I’m masturbating.
I’m surprised people on the street haven’t walked by my place and heard me moan through the open windows. Actually, maybe they have. It’s not like they’re going to knock on my door and say: “Excuse me, but we can hear you from the street when you masturbate. You might want to try to keep it down.”
Yeah, that’s not likely to happen.
I wonder if the people responsible for the pool scene in Wild Things saw this photoshoot?! There’s something familiar with:
Kizzy & Sandrine: Tongue Traders. All right, so opposites do attract. But what happens after that? According to golden-maned Kizzy and dark-tressed Sandrine, everything. “You’ve heard about the expression ‘tit for tat’?” laughs Sandrine. “Now see it!”
A golden-haired good girl and a dark-haired bad ass getting it on in a pool is basically the whole reasons Wild Things even exists. That was their whole pitch. Once it was greenlit they had to film a bunch of other scenes just for filler. Tongue traders, indeed.
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