A must for blonde-aholics. Short but sweet. There are only two fuck scenes.
Jordan St. James steps out of her Daisy Dukes and strips for the camera like a marquee performer; she plays with herself, blows the universe out of Bobby Vitale, after which he rips into her mid-section quid pro quo.
Performer number two, Rachel Love, enters, and repeats steps one, two and three: Strips, whacks pussy, chomps on Alex Sanders, and then gets pile-driven by the long-haired professional. Love doesn't have the stripper skills that St. James has, but her chest is gigantic and un-touched by any physician.
No one speaks in this video, zero dialogue: There's not a "Hello," a "Goodbye" or an "Oh shit," and the result is peaceful and honest. As mothers around the world would say, "If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all. Well this here's good and nasty, so hush up.