Damn jpegs didn't arrive in my gmail inbox till 11:00 and 11:01 pm, three hours after I sent them from my phone. Got 'em now, though. Okay. The genre of porn denominated "homemade" is a fecund, truly fecund, font of another genre, "funny" porn. In this first motion picture, the actors...participants...introduce themselves to pageviewers:
In our second Feature Presentation the on-screen lovers depict themselves in this unusual aspect:
Ah! the Arts.
Coming Up Next! As soon as the jpegs load in gmail.
Okay. It is 9:30 bells and I have already taken my sleeping pill. I sent the screenshots an hour and a half ago. I'm going to make one last check of gmail and if the screenshots of funny porn aren't in, it's gonna have to wait till manana. This happens from time to time. It is inexplicable to me. Une momento por favor...
Nope, nothin'. Nothing in Inbox, Spam or Trash. They'll come in! But they're going by snail mail apparently. Damn. I think you'll like. Oh well, until tomorrow. Arrivederci for now.
I'm sure they got on well but I didn't stay past the introductions.
In our second Feature Presentation the on-screen lovers depict themselves in this unusual aspect:
The heroine of this production manifestly is smiling broadly at her counterpart's apparent struggles. (It is difficult to see how the act could be consummated in this aspect, but hey! they're the pros.)
Or, he could be going to the bathroom number two.
After finishing his business our hero gets in proper position for the action scene and then, to evince his prowess, fashions a shoulder shimmy cum one-two punch as he delivers his partner to ecstasies previously unknown.
Left shoulder dipped.
Left shoulder forward.
YEAH! Left shoulder forward, forearm as if about to deliver a shot to her solar plexus...which he may be doing!
One-two! with the right fist.
Our Feature Presentation ends without "hard" evidence of the scene being performed to the expectations of director or audience, nor with any spillage of bodily essence, in the patois, the "money shot," but there is a beguiling behind-the-scenes look at our starlet apres-film:
Cinematographic symmetry with the male lead's right-left combo earlier.
Ah! the Arts.
Coming Up Next! As soon as the jpegs load in gmail.
Okay. It is 9:30 bells and I have already taken my sleeping pill. I sent the screenshots an hour and a half ago. I'm going to make one last check of gmail and if the screenshots of funny porn aren't in, it's gonna have to wait till manana. This happens from time to time. It is inexplicable to me. Une momento por favor...
Nope, nothin'. Nothing in Inbox, Spam or Trash. They'll come in! But they're going by snail mail apparently. Damn. I think you'll like. Oh well, until tomorrow. Arrivederci for now.
