Some people, like Carrie Barber, enjoy cracking open a bottle of wine and playing video games at home, even on a relatively pleasant afternoon. I used to work in the gaming industry so I know that most of this entertainment is created by devil-worshipping sadists. Which is perfectly fine, just not my bag. I prefer torturing myself and others via photography of women who most men rarely have the balls to approach in real life. As for the devil, that dude doesn’t answer prayers either. Happy Monday.

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Here is the second part of my time in Moscow with Disha and Alevtina. There will be a third, unless there is nuclear war. In that case, all bets would be off. No more Zishy. No more Dwayne Johnson movies. No more fried onion blossoms. The lizard people in charge of the war machine better calm the f down, because we stand to lose our very entertaining lifestyles. If I am one of the few ‘lucky’ survivors, I will be thoroughly incensed that the apocalypse put an abrupt ending to my adventures in smut.

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Good luck tracking down more images of Zoe Aguilar elsewhere. She is an incredible find by a contributor in South America. Can you guess from which country? I will give you a hint. It is one that has recently experienced grotesque inflation of their national currency. Yeah, I know. That doesn’t narrow it down much. Could be anywhere. Yet I remain an optimist. I am banking on people around the world eventually adopting the one answer that can resolve these economic woes: Bitcoin. Only kidding, folks. That is trash. Money with a set supply that resides on computers? It’ll never work. Let’s stick with the time-honored solutions of uncapped fiat currency (which also resides on computers) and war. Be sensible.

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Someone persistent has been requesting more Korinne Peterjik for the past few months. I totally understand their fascination. Her natural beauty and enthusiasm is palpable. The air in her dorm room felt thick with it. I created a job for myself that justifies visiting a college campus to take nakey photos of lovely young women. Certainly, I am swine, but I am of a genius breed of swine. Or maybe this is all part of Father’s Plan.

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This is an excellent summer afternoon to remember. Ophelia and I were craving heavy Mexican food along with an ice cold adult beverage. Lupe Tortilla was there to provide. We opted to dine outside for more privacy, but that was short lived and Ophelia didn’t care. I asked her if she found sweat disgusting, and to my surprise, she did not. So we agreed to bring you viewers a mess of slippery shots from the parking lot. It only takes a few minutes with the engine off and the windows rolled up here in Texas. Feast on these heat shock proteins, my friends.

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Athena Heart is a free spirit from Central California. She tells me first that sex does not have any real appeal for her, that it is a waste of time. It bores her. But then, I take Athena shopping for new throw pillows and she seemingly has the time of her life flashing and doing all sorts of naughtiness in the store’s parking lot. Women are complicated or maybe retail is the perfect aphrodisiac. Go figure. Yes, there is some xtra content too.

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First off, there will be more to come of this incredible Hispanic beauty. Hazel Heart is a lot of fun and carries herself very candidly. You can believe her when she gives a shining review of Tacos El Pastor. Apparently, there is a taco cartel war being fought on the Las Vegas Strip. Tacos El Pastor and Tacos El Gordo are fierce neighboring competitors who sell essentially the exact same product, marinated pork tacos that are the addictive equivalent of opium. Go with whichever place has the shorter line. You are welcome. The horchata is also tremendous, especially when tasted off a pair of lips like Hazel’s.

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