“The sex-slicked torso of Holly Wellin…”and then what?
Finish that sentence for a special adult product of my choice sent to your home, bunker, office, or Member of Congress.
You know how every few months I have contests, give away fabulous prizes, and then give up?
It’s because you people don’t respond.
I look at my site’s stats and see that I beat every adult news and commentary site that I don’t already write for, so I know you’re reading, buying movies, clicking through, etc.
Why don’t these devoted shadow readers submit answers for the chance at fabulous prizes? I thought.
Because they are more excited by the unknown, I sagely answered. And you give them too much power by telling them what they’ll win.
The operant word here is “submit.”
So I will choose your goddamn prize if yours is the best sentence completion in my opinion (Jesus – I sound like Lord Master Damian without the overcompensated low self esteem).
I took this picture of Holly Wellin four years ago today on the set of Acid Rain’s “Gag Me, Then Fuck Me 2.” I don’t think Acid Rain is even producing movies anymore. But you’re still here.
And, just so you know, I will not be sending the winner “Gag Me, Then Fuck Me 2.” You can buy that here if you so choose. But I have determined that you need to be told what to do.
(Bonus points if you can work in what she’s doing with her fingers.)
Previously on Porn Valley Observed: Acid Rain to release 200 hours of comps; “Fem Slave 2″ or: The Littlest Bitch Queen
See also: Acid Rain’s comps page
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The sex slicked torso of Holly Wellin radiated with the kind of glint you’d emit having worked under fluorescent lights for a few days, or having done something far more raunchy.
* And I think the fingers gesture is her trying to shoot some in her partner’s eye.
The sex-slicked torso of Holly Wellin proceeded to beat the ever-loving hell out of Gram Ponante, under the pretext of losing the “stick your finger in the hole” game.
The sex-slicked torso of Holly Wellin hummed like a well-tuned cylinder in a four-stroke internal-combustion engine, her combustion chamber bobbing on the piston with the smoothness of a synchro-mesh gear.
The sex-slicked torso of Holly Wellin shuddered like an epileptic as her fully purloined holes slowly shrank back to a reality that didn’t include multiple cocks, gagging, and the various and sundry methods of hole-stretching to which she had become accustomed. Only her fingers seemed capable of functioning in her current reality, moving silently, and with great purpose, slowly gathering semen from all quadrants and orifices, and depositing it in her waiting mouth.
Only when her gullet was sullied with the jizz of her masters would she slowly merge back into her normal reality, feeling stretched, full, tender and satisfied.
There you go Gram, some genuine over the top filthy thoughts from a regular reader. (plz don’t publish my email address. Thanks).
The sex-slicked torso of Holly Wellin wobbled firmly above her stain resistant vinyl trousers as she valiantly strove to re-hinge her jaw and work the phallic cramp out of her left hand.
The sex-slicked torso of Holly Wellin is a form of glory walking this earth, so I hope, oh how I hope, nobody has fucked her head clean off her shoulders.
Her fingers are the way they are beacause she was just starting to give us the OK sign (as in, “its OK boys, I still have my head, you just can’t see it in this photo”)when Grams shaking hands pressed the button on his digital camera.
You know, I am very happy with these responses and, after much silent Oval Office pondering with my brother, Attorneyt General Robert F. Kennedy, I’m going to have to declare this round for Dirty Dan.
Mr. Dan, please send me your snail mail address (via my contact page) and include in your e-mail the following text: “I declare that I am at least 18 years of age and that I may legally receive adult material through the United States Mail.”