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[ThePinkus] - Speed bumps ain’t bad...
...in fact, they’re lovely when riding a scooter with Gabi!

This morning, when I came into the studio, it must have been very obvious that I was upset.
Vivi and Gabi were already there. They looked at me, they looked at each other, and then asked me what could possibly be so wrong first thing in the morning.
They asked, and they got the full raging version!
Stomping in the studio up and down, I told them how I hated those stupid speed bumps, and that they had just filled the whole fucking road to the studio with them, and what the fuck is on their mind, and they have to tell it out loud if they won’t allow us to drive our cars in this city anymore, and so on, and so off.
When I had exhausted my words and rage, Gabi just commented: “Mmm, they ain’t so bad. In fact, there are pros for them too!”
Vivi facepalmed herself, correctly figuring that Gabi had put herself in a very unpleasant spot.
“What?!?” I exclaimed in disbelief.
I was very ready to storm on her, and I was already prefiguring that today’s shooting would involve a lot of BSDM, with a quite lot of Gabi-whipping and Gabi-caning.
But she took me by the hand and exclaimed: “I’ll show You, let’s go for a ride on my scooter!”
“What?”, now I was perplexed…
“Don’t dress, we go for a naturist ride!”, Gabi added.
Ok, that is more interesting, might be worth seeing what she has in mind, I thought.
So, I went for a ride with Gabi…
…she was right!
I love speed bumps!
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[ThePinkus] - Pictures from the beach - Gabi's vacation

Gabi's mail to Matt, her boyfriend (with pictures from the beach attached):

"My beloved Matt,
I am so sorry You could not make it here in time for our vacations together, but I want to reassure You that I do understand that You had that very important task at the office, that You have to do with Your colleague… what’s her name? Amelia, or something?... and that I am not at all resentful about it!
I also want to reassure You that, while I miss You so much, I am here all alone, and I cannot really speak the language, I am, all notwithstanding, doing fine and enjoying my holiday.
Just like today! I went to the beach, and I was really feeling in the mood of playing around and have fun, but, You know, going there alone and the language barrier, I was afraid I would not found a merry company to play with.
So, I thought I would make as plain as possible that I was looking for company! I took a very obvious beach ball and wrote right on myself “Wanna play?”, down on my back.
Still, I was uncertain they would understand, but maybe someone could make out some English and then, as I was going to provide them the proper context, guess what I was looking for!
Well, at the end of the day… no! I should actually say from the very start of the day!... they figured it out! I shouldn’t have worried at all!
The fact is, as soon as I walked into the beach a couple of very gentle sirs run up to me, and, while of course verbal communication was useless, it was immediately apparent we were all along the same line! We all wanted to play these beach games I love so much!
Ok, they quite surprised me in their style of play, which would have been considered a bit too rough, and perhaps even foul playing, if we were in our country. But I guessed it is the local tradition to play very physically and “manly”. So I thought it’s their culture, and I am the foreigner here, who am I to judge?, it can’t be helped! And thus, I played along, and when I got over the surprise it was actually enjoyable, in a certain way!
But, wow! I never played beach games that were such a workout!
We were basically wrestling laying on the sand most of the time, entangled and pressed together very tightly, and they grabbled me and used all of their strength to pin me down and block me with all their weight thrusting into me!
And I was shouting and laughing every time they seized me and thrusted me to the ground to immediately jump on me to wrestle me as hard as they could!
We had so much fun! And we went on like this from mid-morning until the early evening! We just stopped a few times to get to the bar for some very needed beverage and then run back to the beach to resume our play!
And the people around! I wish You could have heard them! They were so cheerful, and they applauded and shouted every time our playing got heated, or I ended down with my legs in the air and one of them in between, and the rougher the playing was the more they got excited! It was so thrilling!
At the end I was just lying belly down on top of one of them, the other laying on my back. We were soaked in our sweat, flushed, panting, totally exhausted, just downright spent!
We made an impression! Some of the bystanders came to me to tell me “Brava! Brava!” as they patted and caressed me… again, according to their usage, would almost be something like groping on our side of the pond, squeezing breasts and butt cheeks is the preferred way, but here is just plainly normal, everybody does it! I can tell You! I’ve been on the receiving hand of these compliments since the moment I arrived!
As we laid down like that on the beach catching our breath, I think I managed to give them the address of the apartment You rented for us here. I also think they understood when I asked them to come visit me after dinner and bring their friends if they want. Or at least they said “Ok! Ok!” to that! I’ll see how that turns out, I guess it would be almost time now…
I really wanted to tell You how I fared today because I know how caring You are, and that You would be so concerned that my vacation was ruined because You didn’t make it! But You see, while I miss You so dearly, I am managing to at least enjoy my holiday with the local people who are so fair and gentle to me! Thus, please be reassured on my behalf and concentrate on Your very important job!
Oh! Someone ringed the bell, it must be them! I’m so excited!

Bye dear!
Miss You so much!
*SMOOCH!"

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PS: there might have been something lost in traslation between Gabi and the locals...
let's see what they said...
Frame 1
Ed. "I saw the ass first, and I'm gonna fuck it myself!"
O.C. "Look, with a bitch like this it's likely we can both get into the same hole!"
Frame 2
Ed. "Fuck! Does this whore ever tire of fucking!?!"
O.C. "The fuck are You complaining about? Shut up and fuck her while it (Your cock) holds up!"
Mmmm, it seems that Gabi might have misunderstood all that happened, or not? Was it perhaps very intentional on her part?
I guess we'll never know... especially Matt will never know...
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[ThePinkus] - Stella on bars - one page comic
A one page comic for fun.
Featuring Stella mixing her past as a gymnast and her present career as a nude/porn model!
And glass toys!
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[ThePinkus] - Too hot for panties
I travelled to Venice for some shooting with Vivi, my assistant, and Kensington, the model we were to work with.
I booked an hotel room. Yep, one room for the three of us. Who needs more rooms, I say, just make the bed large enough!
In the morning of the day after our arrival, I gave K. one of the dresses I brought for her and a pair of high heels. She and Vivi went in the bathroom to get her ready for the shooting. I checked my cameras, then I straightened the ruffled bed and sat on it reading a newspaper while I waited them.
When K. came out of the bathroom, announced by Vivi’s enthusiastic "Taa-Daa!", I couldn’t find any better way to express my approval than with a series of "Wow!".
She was gorgeous! And her dress was shorter than I expected, that is to say, even beyond my expectations!
K. looked pleased of my reaction. I think she might have even blushed.
I noticed she was struggling to pull her skirt down, but it was evidently a wasteful effort. I smiled, commenting "Too damn hot for panties!"
She raised her brows and said "Uh? … Ok!". And with that she turned around and bent over taking off her panties. I decided the dress was definitely the right length for her!
That delayed our shooting for another hour at least (I wasn’t exactly checking my watch at that point…), but it also gave me the perfect idea for the shooting!
So, I had her walking the streets of Venice with her panties in her hand.
And I’m now glad to share with You the results of that day’s hard work!
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K. was doing her cat-walk on the canal bridge when she stopped and looked nervously at me. “I have to pee” she said.
“Do You?”
“Yeah… I guess the air on my naked pussy…”
I looked around, “I don’t think there’s any public place around this area, and the hotel is a quarter of hour away… can You keep it till there?”
“I don’t think so…”
“Mmm, ok, listen. I wanted to do some other shooting with You later, when we get more in confidence… should we say, a little kinkier? So why don’t we make good of the situation and we get to that point already?”
“What do You mean?”
“I mean, why don’t You squat, spread Your legs and just pee as I shoot You?”
She looked at me hesitantly.
“You will have to pee around here anyway…”, I observed. That convinced her.
“Ok, fine!”, she said squatting.
“Excellent! Before You let go, You should masturbate a little, Your pussy will look a lot nicer.”
She looked at me with a smirk as she begun touching herself.
“Ok, like that. Spread Your big labia, stretch Your little labia, and finger Your vagina stretching the hole. Good!”
I saw a lady coming our way behind K. She didn’t seem to have noticed what was going on here yet. Middle aged. Skin darkened in the Sun. Hot. Good, she would be perfect.
“Can I pee now?”, K. asked.
“Wait! Spread Your legs more and look to Your right along the channel…”, away from the approaching lady, “…ok, bring Your hand with the panties up in view… ok, wait a little more…”
I checked that the lady was indeed coming up to the bridge, she should see what K. was doing any moment now…
“Ok, K. let it all out now! Push it hard!”
She peed a gush of urine as if she was squirting on a cock, and she couldn’t help a loud moan of relief.
The other lady was almost to the top of the bridge and suddenly realized the situation. She looked aghast at K.’s naked ass and at her golden pee splashing and pooling on the floor.
And I had the perfect hot-model-pees-in-public picture I was looking for!
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[ThePinkus] - Teasing Vicky's hairy pussy

Nothing is better than a sunny summer day for a true naturist!
I went to the club to enjoy it properly.
Victoria had the same idea, and she hadn't shaved in a while.
I complimented her and she was really happy that I liked it.
We laid together in the outdoor lounge, chatting idly.
She told me the story of how she decided to regrow her hair down there, while I watched her fingers playing on her furry pube, curling the strands and pulling them teasingly.
She scratched her big labia while spreading her thighs, opening to reveal her glistening vulva.
She confessed feeling a bit itchy, her fingertips reaching to open her hole.
'Here... let me help You, Vicky!'
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[elysian] - Christmas-001 (The Mischievous Party at Santa’s Home)
The night Santa left for his Arctic Council meeting, the North Pole seemed quieter than usual. Sylvia Claus, ever composed and elegant, watched him disappear into the starry night. Beside her, Clara, her spirited daughter, leaned against the hearth, curiosity sparking in her eyes.
“Feels strange without him here,” Clara said.
Sylvia smirked, her gaze flicking toward the great hall. “Strange, perhaps. But also… freeing. Tonight, we celebrate.”
Word spread quickly, and before long, the house was alive with the sounds of music, laughter, and clinking glasses. The grand hall glittered with golden light and was filled with elves, reindeer sisters, and a few magical visitors. A feast of enchanted sweets and mulled drinks spilled across long tables, and the atmosphere buzzed with a rare kind of excitement.
When Sylvia raised her glass, the chatter quieted. “Ladies,” she began, her voice playful yet commanding. “Tonight, we let go of the year’s hard work. And for a little extra thrill, I’ve invited someone extraordinary.”
The great doors swung open, and a mysterious man stepped inside, his presence commanding immediate attention. His jet-black hair, sharp cheekbones and dark eyes glinted in the candlelight. Dressed in nothing but a flowing crimson coat lined with frost, he moved with an effortless grace that silenced the room.
He bowed his head slightly, a faint smile on his lips. “Thank you for having me. Tonight, I bring you something unforgettable.”
With a wave of his hand, he threw away his coat and conjured a massive sleigh of carved oak tree and shimmering silver. The sleigh floated effortlessly above the ground, its surfaces glowing faintly with an enchanted light.
“Please,” he said, his voice smooth and steady, “all of you, join me.”
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[elysian] - Christmas-002 (The Mischievous Party at Santa’s Home)
The women climbed aboard eagerly. The elves giggled as they paired up, while Clara and Sylvia claimed spots near the front. The mysterious man stepped into the driver’s seat, his hands taking the reins with practiced ease. With a flick of his wrist, the sleigh lifted, soaring smoothly into the air.
The ride was magical, a blend of exhilaration and awe as they glided through the night sky. The auroras danced above them, their vibrant greens and purples shimmering against the endless stretch of stars. Trails of frost and light followed the sleigh as it soared higher, dipping and weaving with elegant precision.
Each passenger was given a turn, experiencing the thrill of being at the front seat of the enchanted sleigh. Ellie, the boldest elf, went first, her laughter echoing as the sleigh dipped sharply, her hands gripping the edges.
Clara took her turn next, leaning forward as the sleigh sped faster, the wind whipping through her hair. “This is incredible!” she shouted, her laughter carrying across the star-filled sky.
Even the usually composed Sylvia couldn’t resist when it was her turn. As she slid into the front seat, the man glanced at her with a faint, knowing smile. His movements slowed slightly, the sleigh gliding in graceful arcs. Sylvia’s lips parted as she took in the beauty of the night, her usual restraint softened by the moment.
Each rider brought their own energy to the sleigh, and the mysterious man adjusted effortlessly, creating a unique experience for each. By the time they returned to the great hall, the women were breathless, their cheeks flushed and their spirits high.
Sylvia raised her glass as they stepped down. “To tonight. A night we’ll keep just between us.”
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[kssam] - Who Spiked the Eggnog
After finishing off a pint of Eggnog topped off with rum, Santa makes a dashing appearence before his cute lil elves.
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[kssam] - Merry Christmas Baby
The snow fell gently outside, but inside, the glow of the fire warmed the room, dancing across the Christmas tree. Deborah stood nervously beside Maya, her gym partner turned best friend, and the woman she secretly wished for every day.
They’d spent the evening laughing, sharing stories, and pretending they weren’t both alone for the holidays. Deborah couldn’t take her eyes off Maya—her easy smile, her toned figure, the effortless way she lit up the room.
"Let’s take a selfie," Maya suggested suddenly, holding up her phone. "But make it fun—just us and the tree. No sweaters."
Deborah froze, her heart pounding. Naked? With Maya? Yet something in Maya’s mischievous grin, that unwavering confidence, made it impossible to say no. Moments later, they stood together in front of the tree, firelight glinting off bare skin and ornaments alike.
Maya held out the phone, and Deborah plastered on a grin, her pulse hammering in her ears. Just before the camera snapped, she felt it—Maya’s hand sliding firmly down her chiseled abs, between her legs, and grabbing her firmly by her pussy. The sudden contact made Deborah gasp, delivering the perfect surprised "O-face" for their picture.
Before Deborah could react, Maya turned to her, eyes softening as she leaned in, brushing their lips together in a kiss that stole Deborah’s breath. It started as a question but quickly deepened into an answer—one Deborah had been wishing for all along.
When they finally parted, Maya whispered against her lips, "Merry Christmas. I hope that’s what you wished for."
Deborah smiled, tears in her eyes, and kissed her again. Outside, the snow fell in silence, but inside, their world was warmth, fire, and the promise of something beautiful. For Deborah, Christmas wishes did come true.
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[kssam] - A Holiday Heist
The Grinch made a new Christmas Wish this year, he didn't want to be alone for the holidays. So, he came up with a new plan. Tired of pilfered presents and sabotaged stockings, he set his sights on something far more entertaining: a holiday heist involving a little romance—or at least as much romance as a kidnapping could muster.
Peering through a frosty window, he spied his target. The young woman danced beside the Christmas tree, her stockings shimmering in the glow. Her oblivious husband adjusted ornaments, blissfully unaware of the chaos about to unfold.
Moments later, the Grinch burst in, quickly dispatching the husband with a tangle of rope and Christmas lights. The man hit the floor in a blur of tinsel as the Grinch scooped up the woman, and discarded her holiday attire in his wake.
As the Grinch dashed off into the snowy night, the woman clung to him, her laughter ringing out like silver bells. Her sparkling eyes and mischievous grin suggested she was far more amused than alarmed by the whole ordeal.
His heart might still be two sizes too small, but his holiday dreams? Bigger than ever.
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