Flower Tucci works with shadow and water to create this entrancing piece of movement art
Here in sunny Porn Valley we have just passed the 21st day of temperatures higher than 100 degrees. And you know what I say to that? “At least we don’t live in Phoenix.”
Still, it causes one to ponder one’s life choices as the sun slowly burns one black, and the air conditioning bill climbs to thousands of dollars.
“Couldn’t I have shot porn around Lake Michigan?” one might say. “Like in ‘The Omen II’?”
But for every day I complain that it’s too fucking hot out and I have to go shoot another sweltering gang bang and breathe through my mouth, I remember days like this at Flower Tucci’s home. It was February of 2008 and I remember thinking: “This shit just wouldn’t be possible in Bogue Chitto.”
Previously on Porn Valley Observed: Sabrina’s Deep-thinking Big Top Gangbang; Everybody’s Gokkun
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