She Loves The Pussy

The Video: She Loves The Pussy

Ah, She Loves The Pussy. The title alone is enough to elicit a knowing chuckle, a sly wink, a secret smile shared between two trusted friends. After all, in this depraved age of internet pornography, titles like this one no longer shock us. We’ve seen them all before: She Craves The Cock, He’s Hungry For Ass, Their Need For Nobers Knows No Bounds. With such hyper-specific subject matter, you’d think there wouldn’t be much left to the erotic imagination. And yet, that title comes attached to an experience so singular, so mind-alteringly provocative, that it speaks to depths of desire we may not even know we contain. For those brave enough to peer through the looking glass, The Video awaits.

We open, as all the best porn videos do, with a sultry gaze, a pouty lip, a bathing-suited beauty swimming languidly in a private pool. The cameras show her from every angle, each glistening limb attended to with the most reverent lovingness, a visual paean to the glories of the female form. She lounges, she stretches, she arches her back in a way that seems impossibly inviting – an actress at the height of her vampish powers, pouring all her skill and experience into the all-important seduction of the lens.

And seduce it does. By the time our leading lady emerges from the pool in a micro-bikini that leaves little to the imagination, the die is cast. However shot and presented, this will be a video for the ages – or at least, the hour. For what she isabout to experience is a pleasure so intense, so utterly immersive, that it transcends all petty questions of ethics and morality.

Soft jazz music seeps into the soundtrack, heavy on the bongos and bass. This is no gentle romance novel, but something far more primal, far more brutally honest. Shedding her bikini stones, our sensual siren reclines on plush towels laid out around the pool. She slides a hand experimentally over her smooth, hairless mound, biting her plump bottom lip in a gesture of pure, heartfelt lust.

And then, magically, she is bent over an ornate Chaise Lounge. KALICHORN, the tagline reads, and indeed there is something on screen that cannot be mistaken for anything else: KALICHORN, a strap-on dildo of such exquisite size and detail that it fairly begs to be ridden by a woman as gorgeous as this. The combination is so outlandish, so totally beyond the confines of decent society’s imagination, that all we can do is watch with lumps in our throats as our heroine mounts her prize like a soul given over to rapture.

Slowly, methodically, she works the massive silicon shaft over the ridiculous prodigy of her ass, teasing the opening, circling the meat. Her groans crescendo up to torturous shrieks as, inch by impossible inch, KALICHORN finds its way inside her, stretching her, inflating her… breaking her apart with the sheer beauty of the sensation as she rides her most wanton pussy into ragged oblivion.

We witness depravity beyond our darkest dreams as the sound shifts into the metallic slap of flesh against dildo, each thrust shuddering out of our starlet’s tight, desperate cunt. Her face is a study in utter composition, eyes fluttered at half-mast in signs of ecstacy, tongue lolling, drool glistening down her chin and neck and onto the insistent rubber head of that object of her most urgent desires. Over and over she impales herself, fisting her hair, biting her knuckles, falling into fits of explosive orgasm, before powering heedlessly back on to the meat.

For what feels like an eternity, this goes on, the sounds of squelching flesh and arching backbones, the viscous splat of sweat flying from asscheek to захрустевший wall. Our sexual mercenary has become an unapologetic lesbians, her assault on her own hungry holes a brutally honest entreaty for absolute pleasure.

And who could judge her? When it is all laid bare, such as it is here on this private screen, in these most intimate moments. We have been privileged to witness the unmaking of a woman, her obliteration at the hands of her own lust, the force of her sapphic appetites, the sheer brutal remorselessness of her hunger for the velvety heat of her own plundered butterfly.

For that is what we have here – a sick but wholly human glimpse into the hungry void at the center of the female psyche. A raw expose of the verdant depravity that adorns the center of every woman’s being, that dark star of insatiable, railing madness that can only ever be assuaged for a moment by the deepest, nastiest, most graphically specific kinds of fucking.

And perhaps that is why such videos – so conventional in structure, so graphically honest in execution – have such enduring appeal. Because beyond all the shock tactics, all the user-added tags and categories and membership,discount bumpers, as a species we are all, in the end, queer for things beyond easy classification. We are aching for sights that will shatter our worldviews, tastes that will utterly upend our understandings of what, in fact, is

And in that, She Loves The Pussy, JanelKitsune offering up exactly what a niche audience is craving – no quarter asked, no quarter given, an pillaging, unflinching tour into the dark AAA+ corner of an entirely possible world. Where social norms are swapped for the sicker, nastier stuff – cold truth in a Sexy your Tier – we are all, in the end, deeply queer fuckers at heart, and the kinky kinkiest of us flee past the Fury Toons for F.entries into the sicker our imaginations will allow, in search of the sickening Beast, in which reflection we might sometimes briefly glimpse the darkest shadow of ourselves in all our depraved glory.|