April Flores appears to be truly enjoying the mandatory attentions of her cute little bondage pussy-licking slavegirl:
The photo is from the May/June 2017 issue of Hustler’s Taboo magazine. (The digital edition is available when you join the Hustler Network online; members have digital access to more than 65 issues of the magazine going back to 2010.)
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OK, so The Big Snatch was a kidnap flick which means that tying the girl to the hood of the pickup truck sort of makes sense. But insulting her pussy? That’s just mean!
FYI the IMDB entry tells us that the justly famous Ushi Digard was in this otherwise forgettable $11,000 movie, although with five female kidnap victims “starring”, I’m not intrepid enough try and say whether her famous bosoms are a match for those of the faceless starlet tied to the truck on the grainy lobby card.
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This poor girl was tied in the dungeon by somebody who really didn’t like her very much:
Art is by Wicz.
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Poor Bobbi; she’s just getting to that point where the fun part of trying out the fancy restraints has worn off and it’s starting to get uncomfortable and she’s expecting to be let loose again, or at least move on to the sexy orgasms. And now he’s turning off the lights and saying he’ll see her in the morning. Hence the serious side-eyeball:
From Infernal Restraints.
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They thought she was just another girl. They didn’t realize how much mojo she had. Even chained to cold stone, she started summoning armed warriors out of thin air into her cell with just a few finger gestures. It’s hard to hold a high princess of the true blood against her will!
Artwork is from the cover of an Elvifrance pulp.
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Gentleman, that face leering over Abella Danger’s captive shoulder in the latest production from Sex And Submission, mark it well. In this context — a friendly bondage-anal sex romp in which Abella knocks on Ramon Nomar’s door to beg a cup of cell phone reception — it’s just what it is. But in the grander scheme of things, it’s also why you’re an asshole if you tap on the shoulder of that cute girl on the bus who is hiding (from you and from that) inside her headphones and her hoody. It’s why you can’t — or shouldn’t — chat up girls at the gym unless they chat you up first. It is the very iconography of fear; it’s what the mothers of “good girls” worried about in the 1990s the first time internet dating got explained to them.
Every now and then, art (and its archetypal henchmen) sneaks into porn. This might be one of those times.
