Ava Rose hears you call her name, decides it feels like home

Ava Rose’s spread (that was just the best word available; I didn’t mean to sound filthy) in April’s Penthouse is reminiscent of the look of a certain New York-bashing children’s author circa 1989, when Rose was three. The delightful Adam & Eve contract star frolicked through a virtual French country house to achieve the combination…

Penthouse gets Bree-sic

I have superimposed some text from the press release hyping Penthouse Digital’s Smut Peddler on the official photo, so far. I hope you like the delivery in the face. Previously: Lori Lust agency explodes, survivor writes press release; Publicist: Honolulu secedes in honor of Thorn homecoming; Adult industry to sic itself on bad grammarSee also:…

An awkward conversation with Heather Vandeven about her rubberized vagina

Last night at the Babes & Aces poker tournament in Inglewood-by-the-Sea, I talked with Penthouse/Ninnworx moonlighter Heather Vandeven about the Topco replica of her ladypartsTM. “You mean my pussy and ass?” she asked sweetly. “Yes,” I said. “They actually covered my pussy and ass with goop,” she said, “and made a model of them. Then…