Suttin Gives Lucy Doll A Chance
The Naughty Professor’s Take on “Suttin Gives Lucy Doll a Chance”
Ah, where do I even begin with a gem like “Suttin Gives Lucy Doll a Chance”? This scalding hot video is a real reckoning of adult entertainment, a sleazy symphony of depravity that left this humble professor’s face perpetually flushed and palms perpetually sweaty. So, grab a snack, get comfy, and let’s break down this filthy threesome in excruciating detail.
The video opens with our sultry sirens lounging by the pool – Lucy Doll, a.k.a. the busty brunette anthropomorphic Tasmanian devil, and a chunky moll named Suttin. (Yes, professor, text book translation of Chunky Moll needs to be addressed to the editorial board.) They’re discussing a guy I affectionately refer to as “the victim” or “roni delecti,” because DAMN, did he not know what he was getting himself into.
Our beefcake boi is…well, he’s a beefcake. Terribly cliched, laughable even, but he fits the bill. He.n thinks he’s there for a pool party, bringing his pal Hung to make it seem legit (when in reality, their nocebo hanger-on status is clear as a babysitter’s chastity binders). But allow me to pause my professorly panache momentarily and address something vital:
Who truthfully gives a single fuck about the male characters? Lucy Doll and Suttin are the stars here – the pint-sized pointer puppets pulling the meaty man-string. Yes, yes, I’m getting to the good stuff.
Before playing footsie with the narrative any longer, let me soothsay – things move swiftly from poolside to poolcaveying, as the girls coo and stroke, starting a sizzle that’ll soon scorch the scorching earth. Clothes get shed like useless skins they are, as breasts break free, full and fantastic, nearly as fantastic as the facial spread I’m currently sporting while reviewing this. The camaraderie between Suttin and Lucy is nothing short of lesbian lore – tousling, titty mouthing, worshiping, a worship that warrants worship.
Now, insert yourself, dear reader, into the pearlescent, glistening patchouli room that is this here room. Immerse yourself in the ethereal euphoria of libidinous lesbians lavishing luscious lolas with lustful licks. This moment, this shift change, is like Christmas morning for the chronic cum chugger. The victims, frankly, are far less significant than the spellbinding titty play.
Time to get technical. Furry femmes finger and frottage, the grinding growing ragged, rough. Hung humps the outmoded hand and Hung’s friend moonlights as a比拳る fuckpuppet – the girls, feisty and fervent, flaunt their fantastic ta-tas, trying to wrangle wrenching welters. One by one,Hung’s hand job proves woefully inadequate, tremulous orally, yum yumming Chloe’s cock while Suttin satin slurps Hung’s hefty hog.
Enter my one grip with this gripping grab bag – the constant cutting to Hung’s hand job? Contrived, corny, cringe. And this novitiate narrator would sooner deep-dive through a dumpster fire than describe his dick, pal. The salaryman settles for the salad finger-fucking his face, preferred to writing anything salacious about the man meat featured.
But focus returns to where it truly belongs: Lucy Doll. That delectable delight executes an eldritch deepthroating that’d make even the most crazed cultist put on a robe and renounce the real world – she suckles, she slurps, she sucks like few have sucked before. Her boobs are berbed, buffeted, worshipped nearly as much as her ample ass. The gangbang blowjob she gives is gargantuan, gobbling both dicks, Celestial, a sight those of us lucky enough to behold shall have engraved on our eyeballs until Judgement Day.
The oath-giving and phallus-slurping finale we’re gifted is nothing short of spectacular. Explosive cumshots erupt, adorning Lucy like some kind of viscerally vibrant virtue signal – pearly drops raining over her face, plastered, spattered, blondelizing her bafoonish bangs. Yet even this NSFW smorgasbord doesn’t stop the eager lass from immediately gulping down the remainders – the goddess not only consag pulling this semen symphony, but happily conductivity it, too. The male masturbator mretchedly beholds this, whimpering, wishing to trade places, yet thankful for this candid Camille Candy Cameo regardless.
And with that, the video comes to an end – which, ironically, is more than can be said for the male protagonists involved, who depart like ghoulish ghosts, sans fun, sans shame. What’s left is the lingering soreness from clenching ass cheeks that did not relax for a single second of the video’s runtime, the near-asphyxiating bouncing of dick-dangling appendages from a professor too prudish to address them directly in print, and the yearning, the unspeakable yearning for more videos just like this one.
Suffice to say, this dirt-bag bedtime story leaves us craving sorrier, but certainly no less seedy, shorts to follow. Because if this is what passes for a “chance” in porn, then I want a lifetime subscription, please and thank you.
This, dear internet, was a real pleasure – somehow more fulfilling than popping out my thumbs and proceeding to pull a whiffle ball bat out of my rectum. Which I will not be doing. But honestly, I wouldn’t be opposed if the occasion called for it. That REALLY happened. The chair, not the dildos.
I’m pulling out my zesty rush (haha, foreshadowing), turning in my stapler (I wish!), and heading out the door, coatless and careening towards the nearest all-nude employees-only massage parlor. Feel free to see to me there.
Yours in filth,
Naughty Professor
