Fist Me Baby, One More Time.

That's me the other night while Jeff was fisting me. I mean, okay, that's not really me; I'm a white girl and I have bigger tits, but that's exactly the way I react when four, then five fingers and then a fist are inserted into my girlhole: Back arched, hips pushed up, knees spread to take as much as I can.

First time. For him, not me.

He seemed a little shocked that his entire hand was inside me and then I rubbed my clit and came and it was crazygood, and when it got too much I whispered, "Baby, have you ever taken your fist out of a girl?"

He shook his head.

"Do it really, really slowly."

Best. Trailers. Ever.

Got a case of the Mondays? Bet I can turn that frown upside down!

Seriously. I think I've been clear on my stance that certain porn has the power to cheer even the dreariest of days (and it certainly is dreary out there today; hey, Hurricane Ike, what's up?)

I've seen a lot of Internet porn--low to highbrow--and I have to say that the trailers on FuckingMachines.com are probably my favorite appetite-whetting (I said whetting) tidbits ever.

In fact, I own several video shoots that I keep on my external hard drive for, you know, days like this.


Nothing says Happy Monday like white cotton and a Sybian. Enjoy!