7/09/2010 - Barefoot Confidential brings you Monica Foster — In the neighborhood where Monica Foster grew up, there roamed this pervert known as Ol' Moze. Ol' Moze wore a derby hat, a tweed vest, dirty linen pants- shiny in the ass- and he weighed in the neighborhood of 350 to 400 pounds. Besides throwing off a terrible cheap liquor stench, he used to pay the young girls money to play with their feet. They would giggle, and Ol' Moze would jerk off. This freaked out a young Monica who wanted no parts of this activity, and so she spent years in hypnotherapy just to get those disgusting images out of her head. What you're about to see in this remarkable and somewhat controversial video are the results of a spellbinding triumph of mind over matter. The fact that Monica is even walking barefoot, much less stripping nude and using her delectable feet as a seduction tool is miraculous enough.

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7/06/2010 - Teen Power brings you Poppy Morgan — Teen Power, a fertile and powerful musk, is the scent of the fullness and ripeness of youth. Being on Teen Power is to make your blood warm and fragrant in your veins and have the ability to make men do stupid things to curry your favor. No wonder the British-born Poppy Morgan's named after the source of one of the world's most favorite recreational substances. You'd think Poppy were on it the way she hip hops around in this video. On Teen Power, Poppy could jump all day and her lady parts would still smell like perfume and soap. MILFs can't get away with that. After ten minutes of brisk calisthenics, their faces start looking like museums and their body parts reminding you of the catch of the day. Whereas to inhale the fumes of Poppy's Teen Power ass is to breathe the essence of gardenias. Make your choice.

7/05/2010 - A Load in Every Hole brings you Melanie Jagger — As a kid Melanie Jagger would practice holding her breath for extraordinary lengths of time. If you guessed she was training to be a pearl diver or a pig farmer, you would be wrong. Our guess she was taking precautions against walking into a room full of morbidly obese men with terminal B.O. And we would be wrong. Melanie simply was preparing for the day - such as the one in this movie- when she'd be fucked simultaneously in every known crevice of her anatomy- a condition, believe it or not, that rapidly deplete's the body's oxygen supply. [Try coping with a snootful of your own semen while singing the national anthem before cracking jokes.] Subjects like this aren't taught in school, so Melanie had to learn on her own by picking up pointers from a number of counter cultural activities. With practice making perfection, Melanie can now assimilate more cream than a dozen Bavarian donuts.

7/03/2010 - Barefoot Confidential brings you Alexis Love — Alexis Love's the kind of woman who instills in you an intense desire to remove her shoes and ankle socks. Once you get to that stage of foreplay, you'll discover that Alexis can perform tricks with the combined medley of her toes and arches few women can. This will come as good news for frequent masturbators who often get "jerked out"- a condition resulting from too frequent attempts at relieving themselves. In which case, views of Alexis in action have been scientifically proven to remedy that condition. We're not guaranteeing the same results with this vid, however Alexis has been a reliable go-to girl in the past and there's no reason to suspect she won't come through again in the clutch. Our prescription? View as directed, but avoid operating heavy machinery for at least one hour after.

7/02/2010 - Ultra Cuckolds brings you Charly Chase — He was composed of fresh, juicy, tender, delectable man flesh. His mouth was slick and wet. The saliva glinted blindingly off his ivory teeth. Charley Chase was held in the rapture of a sex dream in which she thought a Fabio-like hunk was going to take her in his brawny arms and bend her to his ungiving will. Then she woke to find two crew cut freckle-faced farm boys from Waukegan in unwashed overalls, their asses smelling like a pigsty, but the heads of their cocks shiny as a light bulb's. What the hell, thought Charlie, if I can't have a romance novel poster boy sharing my bed chambers, I'll settle for these bozos. She was wrong. They settled for each other and talked about having a pajama party later. Charley wasn't invited.