XXX PLATINUM BLONDES 3
In my world, yellow peppers are the sweetest, hottest bangs you’ll find this side of the produce aisle, and to top it off, they’re so dumb they don’t realize until afterward it’s a 6-inch bulb-headed bunch of broccoli who just made them squirt pepper juice all over the parsley. The only challenge sometimes is finding their soft spot, especially if they’re fresh out of the crate. That’s why it’s both educational and a pure thrill to watch
Angela Stone, squirter extraodinaire, work her cum-hose magic in Jewel De’Nyle’s
XXX PLATINUM BLONDES #3.
After watching her launch a stream 4 times (count ‘em 4), I start pretending the spritzer above me is hooked up to her. Like the dude that’s pumping up her super-soaker each time, I lick the water off my stalks and pretend it tastes like honey. After all, it does look like the juice a fresh-cored pineapple sits in. What this shaved blonde stalk-tease lacks in the tits department, she makes up with her amazing range and stamina (you might even begin to think she’s hiding a dick up there, or that
Platinum X hired George Lucas for post-production).
It truly is a top-notch flick, as these plotless, get-down-to-the-action titles go, with a young smokin’ cast of
Barbara Summer,
Katie Morgan, and
Trina Michaels. Summer’s on the cover as the featured girl, but none of them quite match up to the lead-off squirter, who also nurses the guy’s tool like it was carrot coated in angel dust.
While I was growing up out in the fields, I never got a chance to see much bangin’. So it was great to fly to LA for the first time, where instead of cleft-palated Mexican farmgirls you see pouty-lipped blonde teens everywhere you turn, who hate their fathers and are ready to make some serious cash.
Jewel De’Nyle really knows how to harvest this kind of crop (with the exception of old horse face
Roxanne Hall, who somehow slips into the mix). Hall snarls like Cujo as she’s takin’ it up the rear, but then partially rescues her performance by slurping up the guy’s tool like a rich dessert immediately afterward.
One real hidden gem in this vid is the sultry, wispy-haired
Katie Morgan who probably gives the most convincing performance of all, with a look on her face at times of "Mr. Brock, why are you doing this to me?" At one point, she took it so hard she had to bite the pillow. It reminds me of the time I was nailing this hot pepper who bit the stem off of another pepper beside her— lucky me, I had two screaming vegi-bitches instead of one.
When I was screening this flick for the guys in Deli, they really enjoyed
Trina Michaels’ enormous implanted cans and flapjack nips, which seemed as if they might come loose as she bounced on top of the guy, and roll off the bed. Personally, I’m not into Miracle-Grown cantalopes— I see ‘em and want to smash them against Frank the Cashier’s huge retard head. Fine with me though. I’ll wack my stalks blue to the other chicks.
