Lesbian Daydreams

By: The Champion of Beavetown
In-House Review - Nov 25 2008

Daydreams? You're goddamn fuckin' right! I watched a mere ten minutes f this movie, whackin' my pudd to completion all the while, before heading off to bed a few ngihts ago. Usually after a good whack-out, I'm set to pass the fuck out and spend the next thirteen hours snoozing the fucking night away, but dig this shit: I couldn't after watching this thing! For one thing, we're talking about scene after scene of classy-looking, beautiful dames. These are the kind of ladies you wanna take home to momma, or take 'em out on the town for a classy-as-fuck dinner (the kind that costs upwards of 10 bucks). That classiness makes 'em all the more sexy when they strip down and shove their tongues deep inside each other's love cravaces. It makes you feel like you're getting a VIP-view of something you shouldn't be allowed to watch, which makes my fuckin' boner rage like a untamable cum-monster. You seriously can't do much better for beave-on-beave porn unless you go out and hire two classy office-broads to fuck each other while you taoe it and beat off to your viewfinder. But even that's probably not as good as this. Just sayin'.