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There is NO WAY a woman would allow the actors to say or do some of the shit they do on film…
Example:
It’s a threesome. Two scantily clad, overly made up women, and one ugly, yet well endowed man. First of all, women talk a lot of shit and we say size matters, and we want a big dick, but in actuality, we have fucked many a small peckered mother fucker on account of the fact that he had a pretty face. So, to put it nicely, find a YOUNGER, better looking male porn star with an AVERAGE sized dick, WHO KNOWS HOW TO FUCK, and even the men watching will find it more believable and enjoy it more.
NEXT… the girls both drop to their knees. The two of them all giddy and shit to suck a cock. No foreplay. No kissing. Just falling over themselves to cram a dick in their mouth. REALLY? No finesse? No sweet talk? Not even a nipple tweak? Don’t get me wrong, I like to give a blow job, but it’s going to take more than a 45 year old dude in cut off shorts rubbing on his nuts, to get my mouth primed at the prospect.
And once the penis is out and erect, why are they spitting on it? Who thought this was a good idea? If I was the second girl, who had to put some sweaty old guys schmeckel in my mouth, I’d be pissed if I had to do it AFTER some dirty dry mouthed crack whore hocked a clam onto it. And who said spitting on it LOOKED sexy? There is nothing fuckable about watching someone snort up a snot rocket.
Then they fuck. HARD. He porks them like these girls stole something. He just crams his dick in and starts banging them like bongos. No passion. No skill. Just ramming them farm animal style. Grunting like a bear shitting in the woods. It’s NOT sexy. it’s not fun to watch. As a matter of fact, my vagina hurts just talking about this. No one fucks like that. NO ONE. Sure, maybe once in a blue moon we like to get hammered like we are on a construction site, but realistically, our twats weren’t built to endure head on collisions. We need to be diddled, and kissed and gently opened like a calla lily. Or else, we slam tighter than a clam. It’s not because we are cunts. It’s fucking genetics.
Don’t believe me?
Ask a woman…I dare you.