This week’s myth is especially important:

Myth: Penetration is the main event.

It’s a common belief that sex doesn’t really start until penetration happens. People walking among us believ that everything before it is just foreplay. Perhaps it’s considered a warm-up act, something you endure or rush through on the way to the “real” thing. It’s a myth that convinces people to override their natural desires and instincts, and possibly end up faking orgasms or even lying to themselves.

Most sex myths aren’t built around pleasure. They’re built around performance and sometimes even by the patriarchy. This one happens to center male satisfaction.

So let’s slow it down.

Why We’re Taught Penetration Is the “Main Event”

Do you feel like you get more pleasure out of foreplay? You’re not alone. The idea that penetration is the main event seems to center around only one kind of pleasure, with many vagina-owners being left bereft of orgasm.

Penetration-focused sex works pretty well for people whose bodies are most easily and largely stimulated that way. For everyone else, it often requires adapting, waiting, or even erasing all desire altogether.

When sex is organized around penetration as the goal, everything else becomes secondary. That doesn’t mean penetration is bad. It just means we need to deconstruct pleasure, and reframe it in a way that pleasures all parties, regardless of their genitals.

Reality Check: Lesbian Sex Exists

One of the easiest ways to see the cracks in this myth is to look at sex that doesn’t involve around penises at all.

Lesbian sex doesn’t treat penetration as the default or the finish line. Sometimes it shows up, sometimes it doesn’t. Partners enjoy pleasure, connection, and responsiveness as they grow in pleasure together. And somehow, despite the lack of a so-called “main event,” the sex still counts. It’s still satisfying. It’s still complete.

This is the biggest smoking gun, to debunk this myth.

Reframing Penetration’s Role

Here’s where nuance matters: penetration can absolutely be part of great sex.

For many women, penetration feels best after other kinds of stimulation have already done some of the work. This is what we consider foreplay. More accurately, we’ll refer to these acts as “outercourse” here. We’re talking about kissing, touching, oral, grinding, teasing, warmth, buildup.

Think of penetration not as the ignition, but as something that can deepen or amplify pleasure once you’re already turned on. For some people, penetration can help tip things over the edge when they’re halfway there. For others, it’s neutral. For others, it’s not the thing at all.

Expansive Pleasure Changes Everything

The problem is pretending penetration is the whole point, altogether.

A lot of vagina owners don’t struggle with orgasm because their bodies are “difficult.” They struggle because sex has been narrowed down to one single act, requiring a penis.

When pleasure is allowed to be expansive, orgasm often follows more naturally. And if penetration joins the party? Great. If it doesn’t? Also great. You got to cum, you lucky devil!

Debunked Verdict

Penetration is the main event? Officially Debunked.

Unlearning sex myths can feel strange at first. Sometimes uncomfortable. Sometimes deeply relieving. Because once a myth loosens its grip, there’s suddenly more space—for curiosity, for communication, for pleasure that becomes more expansive.

Penetration is an option among many pleasure choices. It can be part of sex without being the only thing sex revolves around.

If you’ve ever felt disconnected, rushed, or underwhelmed because penetration was treated as the finish line, you’re not alone. And you’re not broken. Your pleasure just needs more room than the myth allows.

Sex isn’t a performance for someone else. It’s a shared experience, shaped by what actually feels good. You’re allowed to center your own pleasure.

Stay curious. Stay soft with yourself. And remember: your clit matters.

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Boy, it had been a long day. However, tonight, I was working with Luann which makes it all the more exciting.

No one at Cracker Barrel knew we were seeing each other, which made every glance from her feel dangerously electric. Luann was a tall, blonde firecracker with a bubble butt that somehow made the stiff uniform look good. And her smile? Boy, it could soften butter in no time. Whenever she smiled at me, my knees went soft. It felt like my electricity ran out every time.

Luann Was Otherworldly

She didn’t belong here, folding napkins and fetching refills, for meager tips and disrespectful patrons. With her beauty, she belonged in glossy magazines or on a runway somewhere. Maybe she was some kind of sorceress, because I was completely under her spell. And tonight, I had her all to myself.

I was hunched in a booth, cleaning and sorting silverware, when she strolled over. Her special grin lit up her face, and I predictably melted. She slid in beside me, close enough that I could enjoy her musky vanilla scent mixed with the permeating smell of maple syrup and fresh biscuits. Par for the course, I suppose.

“Almost done?” she asked, voice playful but impatient.

“Close,” I said, trying to keep my voice even. “Cooks already left. Just finishing up a few things.”

She studied me for a moment, then her expression softened. “You’ve done enough,” she murmured, her hand resting upon my thigh.

We’d been careful for weeks, masking our budding relationship. But now? The building was empty. Silent.
I looked at her. She looked at me. The air between us hummed, vibrating with the same lust we had become accustomed to enjoying together.

Close Knit at Cracker Barrel

Then she gave my thigh a tighter squeeze, took my hand, and gave a knowing smirk. She knew I wasn’t going to say no to her advances.

She leaned in, lips soft and demanding against mine. God, how did she still smell so good after a long shift? Suddenly, Cracker Barrel wasn’t important. It didn’t even exist! The scene was just us, a darkened restaurant, and the palpable, growing lust between us.

Her kiss deepened with hunger, quickly, and I couldn’t hold back anymore. My hands found her waist, pulling her closer, feeling the firmness of her body beneath that unflattering uniform. She swung a leg over and straddled me right there in the booth, her lips trailing from my mouth down to my jaw. I felt cool air upon my moistened neck.

“I don’t want to wait until we get to your place,” she whispered against my ear, delivering a shiver down my spine.

Her hips pressed into me, slow at first, testing, then rolling with intent. I groaned, unable to hide how badly I wanted her. She grinned wickedly, biting her lower lip as her hands slid down my chest, without even a hint of resistance on my part.

And just like that, we stopped caring about time, place, or consequences. Soon, our desire grew feral, and tore beyond us. We’d had plenty of sex in our short relationship, but this time was a test of boundaries.

Evidently, we had none.

Woke Feral Desires

We exited the booth, and unbuttoned each other’s pants, kicking our shoes off in the process. The restaurant was silent except for our heavy breathing. We unfurled into a beautiful flurry of pleasure, nibbling each other’s nipples and stimulating each other, just with our fingers.

We moved in beautiful sync, with soft moans and deep kisses. As lust overtook Luann, she bent me over the table, now both of us fully nude. I could feel the cool table against my pert nipples, adding sensation to her hands grabbing my hips and pressing her body against me.

I felt her pull my hands behind my back, holding them there as she inserted a single finger inside of me. Bursting, I moaned loudly. So, in response she added in a second finger and giggled as I tightened my grip around her fingers with pleasure.

God, she’d planned this, hadn’t she?

She handled my body with ease as I erupted into my first orgasm of the evening. Now, hungry with beastly desire for her, I couldn’t stop my hands from what they were about to do. My body may have been weakened from the power of her pleasure, but that wasn’t going to slow me down, as I pushed her onto the same tabletop where I just came.

My palms skimmed over her body, aiming for my favorite bits–her hips, her inner thighs. I was still learning her body, and felt determined to hit the pleasure points. My fingers reached her clit, and she gasped, threw her head back, and I took advantage. I kissed her throat, as she writhed beneath my grip, coming quickly to orgasm.

Without letting her rest, I dropped my face to meet her puffy, throbbing vulva. Suckling, I enrobed her clit with my tongue, swirling, salivating and moaning. Luann wasn’t stopping me in the wake of my appetite–now feral. My passion only existing for her.

A Whole Barrel of Lust

She wailed with glee, unable to stand the forceful pleasure after her first orgasm, but I wasn’t done. I gave her a moment’s reprieve as I slid my tongue down to her beautiful rosebud for the first time. I could hear the surprise in her voice, through her breathlessness. As my tongue continued to swirl and lightly penetrate, I looked up at her face. Her eyes were wide with pleasure. Her electric smile wasn’t present, but her ragged breaths and fervent nods told me everything I needed to know.

As my movements slowed, gazing at her beauty, she motioned me to come up. I obeyed, and leaned over her, as her legs wrapped around my body.

“Have you ever scissored before?”

Who Cares About Trouble?

My heart started beating even faster. Without saying a word, I climbed up upon the table with her. We’re both bare, save for the wet mess between us. I grip her hips, grinding up into her with a moan that cracks. “Fuck, your pussy feels like velvet,” I eke out through ragged breaths.

Her clit throbs against mine, and I swear I feel her pulse. “Don’t you dare stop,” she pants, bucking harder. The friction builds, our raw pleasure growing more and more slippery. I lean up to bite her nipple, sucking hard as she whimpers.

She pushes harder against me, our pussies smack together. You can practically hear our juices flowing, as they drip down my thighs. “Come for me,” I growl, watching her eyes roll back as I grind against her until she shatters, shaking into a fit of giggles.

We rolled off the table, settling into the booth as we put our clothes on. “Do you think they know lesbians fuck here?” she asked me, in the most unserious tone.

“No,” I giggled, “they’d boycott us if they knew”.

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When you’re alone for the week, sometimes you sink into your own desires. Evelyn was out for several days, on her first ever business trip. I didn’t want to cause extra stress for her, or be too demanding, so I decided to enjoy my time solo, at home. For once.

I do so love indulging in this time.

I had already spent two nights indulging in myself, all by myself. Without having to think of anyone else, I ate whatever takeout I desired and frozen pizzas for dinner, that were washed down with red wine; I indulged myself in a spa night, and indulged in my favorite shows in enviable binge sessions. It almost felt foreign, but I sunk into my self-indulgence with unapologetic bliss.

By the third night, I began to miss her. However, I don’t get to do this often, so I decided I could enjoy the bliss a little longer. So, I drew myself a bath–the kind of bath you sensually indulge in until your skin begins to wrinkle. The kind that’s so hot it almost scorches my skin. If that’s bad, I do not care. Because right now it felt like the right recipe for solo bliss.

Loving Myself Never Felt So Good

I drew myself a bath, remembering I had some dried rose petals and essential oils I hadn’t used in ages. I made the water extra hot. Evelyn always hated when I’d do that, but since it was just for me, I could do whatever suited my sensibilities.

The water was warm. As I sunk in, my body became enveloped in muscle-relaxing heat that felt as pleasurable as an open-mouthed kiss all over my skin. I sank deeply into the tub, allowing the heat to fully enrobe my body. My breasts just broke the surface among the bubbles, nipples pebbled and sensitive from the temperature shift.

The bathroom was hazy with steam, the air thick with the scent of rose and sandalwood from the candles I lit before taking the plunge. This was a night of self-romance, and I spared no detail. My body began to relax from the day, as I simmered to the sounds of sexy lo-fi playing on my phone. I had the door locked, thinking I’d have at least two hours to myself. Just me, my body, and any fantasies that my brain spun in my most sensual state.

Oh, How I Loved Driving Her Crazy

My fingers idled in the water, drifting over my stomach, tracing slow circles around my navel to the beat of the music. Bubbles clung to my skin, flowing around my curves. I smiled, lifting one leg out of the water to watch bubbles cascade towards me.

As I began to sink into my personal bliss, the personal romance began to fade. I missed her. I drifted off into fantasy, as my fingers began to travel between my legs, for lazy pleasure.

What I didn’t expect, was that I didn’t have to miss her for long. I thought I imagined the click of the front door, dreaming of her being next to me. Then I heard her voice, low and smoky from the other side of the bathroom door: “Babe… what are you doing?”

The bathroom door handle jiggled. My eyes snapped open.

A half second later, the lock clicked. The door pushed open slowly.

And there she was.

Standing in the doorway in her favorite travel outfit–athleisure, of course–lips parted in surprise. Her eyes locked onto me instantly, seemingly surprised at the romantic sights I had set up for myself.

“Oh my God,” I whispered, slightly embarrassed to be caught in the middle of my solo romance. She dropped her bag to the floor, “Surprise,” she said with a wild grin.

“You’re early,” I said, pleased. I was unsure of how all of this would be received. Her gaze dropped to where my fingers were, now stalled between my thighs. A small gasp escaped her. “Without me?”

I giggled, “now you just sound like the corny men I used to date”. She laughed and kicked off her shoes. She knelt next to me, grabbing my head from just below the surface, my curls between her fingers.

“Well, I won’t disappoint you like they did, ever,” she said, adding a deep kiss. I melted with my head in her hands.

She knelt beside the tub, one hand braced on the edge, the other reaching out to brush a strand of wet hair from my face. Her touch sent shivers through me. “You’re so beautiful like this. This is the most gorgeous surprise I could imagine.”

“I’m always wet for you,” I quivered, anticipating her touch. I quickly lost embarrassment for her witnessing my self-romance.

Her fingers traced my jaw, then dipped down to my collarbone, leaving a slick trail. “Can I join you?” I nodded. Soon her shirt dropped, then her bra was tossed aside without care. Her tits sprang free, full and heavy, her dark nipples already hard.

“The water is too hot for me to think you planned this,” she laughed, slipping off her panties.

Completely naked now, I could tell she was telling the truth; she was glistening with her own arousal.

She eased into the tub behind me, her legs sliding along mine, her body warm and solid against my back. The water sloshed, bubbles tumbling over our skin and spilling over onto the floor.

“Maybe the heat isn’t the worst” she murmured.

She wrapped her arms around my curves, her hands gliding over my stomach, then up to cup my breasts. “So soft. So perfect.”

She gently pinched my nipples, and I moaned, tilting my head back against her shoulder.

“You like that?” she whispered in my ear, her breath hot.

“Yes,” I whimpered. “God, yes.”

She Possessed Me With Desire

“I love how you respond to me,” she said, her voice low and possessive. “Like your body was made just for me.”

She pinched one nipple a little harder, then the other, rolling them between her fingers until I was squirming, my hips lifting slightly in the water.

“It was,” I breathed. “I missed you.”

Her hand slid down my stomach again, lower, parting my folds beneath the water. I gasped as her fingers found my clit, already swollen and desperate.

“You’re so wet,” she moaned. “Did you do this just for me? Get yourself all slick and ready?”

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” I admitted. “Thinking about how you make me come just by looking at me.”

She kissed my neck, biting softly. “You’re going to come for me now, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I whimpered.

“Please, Evelyn… make me come.”

Her fingers began to move in slow, deliberate circles over my clit, building the pressure just right. Her other hand still played with my nipple, teasing, tugging, driving me higher.

The water rocked with our movements, bubbles clinging to our thighs, our stomachs, the space between us. I reached back, gripping her hip, pulling her closer.

“Don’t stop,” I begged, letting out a moan that echoed unexpectedly.

“I won’t,” she promised. “Not until you’re shaking, baby.”

Her fingers sped up, pressing harder, circling faster. I could feel the orgasm building deep in my core, as my muscles tightened with every pulse of pleasure.

“I’m close,” I panted.

“Let go,” she urged, with a nibble on my neck. “Let me feel how much you need me.”

And I did.

My back arched, my pussy clenched, and a cry tore from my throat as the orgasm crashed over me like a wave. My hips bucked in the water, my body trembling as pleasure exploded through every nerve.

Evelyn held me through it, her fingers still working me gently, prolonging the waves until I was gasping, weak, collapsing back against her.

“God… fuck…” I breathed.

She kissed my shoulder. “You’re incredible.”

We stayed like that for a long moment, wrapped in each other, the water cooling slightly around us. Then she shifted, slipping her hand from between my legs, bringing her fingers to her lips.

She sucked them slowly, tasting me.

“Mmm,” she said, her tone deep with desire. “You taste like heaven.”

“You know what else tastes like heaven?” I asked, turning in her arms.

“What?” she whispered.

“You.”

Before she could respond, I kissed her.

She melted with my deep kisses. I stood up and led her from the tub. She watched me, confused at first, as we moved to the bed.

Then her eyes widened as she realized what I was doing. “Baby…” she breathed. “You don’t have to…”

But I was already there. I pushed her to lay back as I surfaced between her legs. Her pussy glistened above me, pink and plump and so fucking perfect.

“I want to,” I said, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh. “Besides, you look like you taste delicious”

And then I tasted her.

Salty, sweet, musky. Everything. My god. I groaned as my tongue slid through her folds, finding her clit already hard and begging for attention.

“Fuck!” she cried, her hands flying to my hair. My desire was palpable.

I sucked her clit into my mouth, gently, then harder, flicking it with the tip of my tongue. She writhed above me, her hips lifting, her breath coming in gasps. I knew she was on edge.

“You like this?” I asked, pausing just to torment her. “You want more?”

“Don’t stop,” she begged. “Please, don’t!”

I didn’t.

I dove back in, licking deep, circling her entrance with my tongue before plunging inside. My fingers joined me, two sliding into her tight heat as I moved back to her clit. I felt like a demon.

“God, yes! Just like that! You’re so good—so fucking good!”

Her legs trembled. I could feel her getting close, her walls tightening around my fingers.

“Mmmmhmm,” I managed to get out, as I focused on delivering her pleasure.

And she came right for me. Just for me.

Her back arched, her cry loudly taking over the room. I left her writhing, my fingers still inside of her as she pulsed around my fingers, which were now wet from her pleasure.

I sucked the last bit of her off my fingers, and kissed her deeply so she could taste herself on me.

“You’re insatiable,” she whispered, stroking my cheek.

“And you love it.”

“I do,” she smiled. “I love you.”

As I rested my head on her chest, our bodies tangled, and listened to her heartbeat, I realized that this was so much better than being alone.

“Best welcome home ever?” I asked, knowing it already was.

She laughed, kissing the top of my head. “Next time, I’ll draw the bath. And you’ll be the one walking in on me.”

I grinned. “I can’t wait.”

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This one is a nod to more traditional hardcore, but with dangerously attractive women focused on wrecking each other in the best way possible.

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Jasmine Sherni & Chloe Amour – Ruining Her Beautiful Face, Lez Be Bad

These are two popular performers with explosive careers. Both beauties are so naturally sexy, with incredible looks that appeal to all genders and sensibilities. Well, at least in our humble opinion.

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Jasmine Sherni is a little newer to the industry, and her indulgent chatter in the beginning of this scene is so tantalizing! Jasmine is billed as the South Asian porn princess, and we’re overjoyed to include her in this blog. While there aren’t too many South Asian beauties in porn, she proves that there definitely should be more representation.

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Chloe Amour is a Latina knockout and industry veteran with a massive fanbase. She’s sought after for scenes from all networks, so we were thrilled to see her pop up in this Lez Be Bad scene. She’s feminine, sexy, and utterly explosive in every scene.

Setting the Scene

As we mentioned before, this scene is “hardcore, but make it lesbian”. I will note that I believe it’s a little more hardcore than other scenes in the Lez Be Bad series–but just as indulgent and fun.

The whole premise of the scene is built up with Chloe Amour describing her fantasies in a voiceover, wishing to finally take part, describing her desires in detail. What she wants is to get absolutely wrecked, by her best friend Felicity (Jasmine Sherni).

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Chloe trusts Jasmine implicitly, so she’s more than willing to trust her with her fantasies. These besties have a true safe space! The whole goal for this wild session is ruining Chloe Amour’s beautiful, fully made up face. While most of us may wait until the end of the night to have our own faces destroyed, they meet up with the explicit purpose of getting the job done.

Chloe also fully trusts Jasmine to completely ruin her. Who better to indulge in these fantasies in, than with your trusted bestie?

Jasmine is excited to get started, and talk her through it. She asks Chloe what she wants, so they can really explore together, and make this experiment a full-on experience. Chloe tells Jasmine what she really desires between giggles and whispers, as she presents her with a fully made up face worth wrecking, and a wet pussy worth feasting upon.

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Before and After Wrecking

Makeup smears begin quickly, as they speak to each other softly between passionate kisses. Chloe guides Jasmine to her big tits, already having her lipstick smeared just a little. They spend a lot of time fawning over each other, kissing sensually and warming each other up, before they fully launch into their sexy experiment.

The flattery and praise throughout the scene is enviable, and they clearly have a lot of chemistry. If you have a praise kink, this will have your engine purring in a few ways. If they haven’t worked together before, I wouldn’t have known it. They’re giggling and enjoying each other throughout the scene, as Jasmine works to get that “After Picture” Chloe so desires.

Soon, Chloe lipstick is spread between both their lips, and passion unfolds into an incredible mess that was worth the effort, and worth the clean up.

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Final Thoughts

The goal of this scene is to reflect hardcore porn in reality, between two women. There’s a lot of femme kink, with messy spit play, toys, and rough makeup smearing.

They claim they’ve never done this before, during the scene. But we know a little better, of course! These are seasoned starlets! They put their skills to use, and give Chloe the satisfaction she really craved.

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Why We’re Crushing – Kasey Kei

Kasey Kei is the perfect blend of soft butch charm and sensual intensity – a true porn crush for the ages. They’re the kind of performer who’ll make you feel seen, heard, and utterly desired. Consider this your official permission slip to obsess over them shamelessly.

Authenticity is Her Love Language – Kasey’s commitment to representing queer and non-binary identities is more than just a checkbox; it’s a promise to bring realness to every scene. They’re not just performing – they’re living their truth.

The Art of Soft Seduction – Kasey’s gentle touch, soothing voice, and unhurried pace will make you feel like you’re the only one who matters. They’re the master of building anticipation, and when they finally take control, you’ll be utterly theirs.

That Smile, Though… – When Kasey smiles, the whole room lights up. It’s a promise of spice and sexy times.

The Soft Sweetheart Who Will Steal Your Heart

Stats:

• Height: 5’6”
• Weight: 150 lbs
• Measurements: 36B-30-35
• Eye Color: Brown
• Tattoos: None
• Birthdate

If there’s one performer who can turn a simple glance into a full-body blush, it’s Kasey Kei. With his sun-kissed skin, effortlessly tousled hair, and that wicked grin, Kasey isn’t just a pretty face – he’s a master of slow-burn seduction, teasing his way into your fantasies one smoldering scene at a time. Whether he’s playing the boy-next-door with a secret wild side or the dominant lover who knows exactly how to make you beg, Kasey has a way of making every moment feel exclusive – like he’s performing just for you.

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Transfixed is the brainchild of famed director Bree Mills, who prides herself on ethical pornography. Being a queer woman herself, she creates inclusive content that expands beyond the simply “erotic” nature, and deviates from the traditional porn content we know as “mainstream”. We chose this scene for a number of reasons, aside from simply wanting to include more trans porn in our repertoire. Transfixed and Lez Be Bad are two of her creations that have become favorites around these parts. The content includes relatable storylines that unfold into lustful productions, which smolder long after the scene cuts.

Moreover, we have long been fans of Siri Dahl and couldn’t wait to see her performance with the exceptional talent in this scene. We’re happy to report: it will tickle you in just the right places!

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Boning Up on Going Down – Siri Dahl, Ember Fiera, Avery Lust

Siri Dahl (Mary) is one of the more versatile adult performers of the present day, melding just as beautifully with trans performers as she does in more traditional “straight porn”. I have yet to see her in a scene where she doesn’t understand the assignment. She’s one of the more consistent performers in the industry, in our humble opinion.

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Avery Lust (Gabrielle) is a fresh face, and she’s popping in the industry. She’s rapidly building up a fanbase and it’s easy to see why. Avery is so thrilling and commanding. Her performance bubbles over with seduction and will have you excited from beginning to sweet finish.

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Ember Fiera (Heather) is simply beautiful. She always serves up the most stunning face cards, and she delivers passion in this performance. Her enthusiastic expressions and dirty talk are the cherries on top–you’ll love her sexy voice.

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Setting the Scene – Transfixed

Mary and Gabrielle begin the scene having an ultra “femme” coded conversation, complaining about men. Of course. This time, Mary was given an unfavorable critique of her oral skills. No one wants to hear that! As Gabrielle works to comfort her friend, Heather walks in and asks what the troubles are.

When Gabrielle tells her, “Men,” she provides a witty retort: “What did they do this time?” Heather sits down to hear about Mary’s woes with the opposite gender, and offer some comfort.

As Mary contemplates giving up men for good, Gabrielle schemes ways to help her improve in the areas in which she is lacking. With the approval of her girlfriend, Heather, they find they’re both eager to help give Mary the skills she desperately needs to provide oral pleasure. In the process, she learns that she might not want to deal with men after all, as she acquires new skills taught to her by her sexy trans besties!

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Siri Dahl’s Troubles Turn to Pleasure

As we get into the action, we uncover playful chemistry and talent with each of these performers. As Siri sinks into her character, she approaches new acts with trepidation. It’s as if she actually was lacking confidence in her performance.

Since Avery and Ember are there to teach, they guide Siri throughout her new learning process. Who better to teach you how to give a blowjob than your two trans besties? They treat her like a good girl, even as she makes a few “mistakes”. Siri is treated with gentle guidance by her besties. We could all use besties willing to “sacrifice” their bodies for us in this way, couldn’t we?

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Before long, Siri is enthusiastically performing for their pleasure, as they continue to guide her through their own pleasure, immolating into an explosive threesome. You’ll be gifted with all the sexy, feminine energy you could want, in a fit of giggles and joy. Which is how sex should be!

As Ember and Avery learn into their dominating teaching roles, Siri receives the benefits. The trio mixes pleasure, from anal to missionary fucking, with plenty of daisy chains in-between to keep each other excited and motivated.

Final Thoughts

This scene featured talent that actually seemed to enjoy each other, with a storyline to guide you into the emotions behind the hedonistic joy that is portrayed in this scene. Whether you’re confident in your oral pleasuring skills or not, this scene is bound to resonate with themes of confidence, submission, pleasure, and a lack of men.

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These are two performers I have watched rise throughout my career in the adult industry, and have been thrilled to watch their talents grow as they expand more and more into their individual stardom. Seeing them together is quite a treat, as I know each of these performers bring a lot of heat to their performances, along with humor and genuine pleasure. This series is created by Bree Mills, and I have become a big fan of her sapphic content at Adulttime, and highly recommend her work.

So let’s find out what happens at this bachlorette party!

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What Happens At The Bachelorette Party, Codi Vore & Ariel Demure

Codi Vore has proven herself to be a busty powerhouse in the industry. While she did get a breast reduction, she ensured that her bustline would still be described as “generous”! The shapely model delivers a performance worthy of being the sole destination, and a clear passion for trans women.

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Ariel Demure is as beautiful as she is vivacious, bringing her sultry attitude as the cherry on top of this scene. This is my first experience with this beauty, and I can tell you she does not leave you disappointed both with visuals and her arousing performance.

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Setting the Scene

Codi Vore is a bride-to-be, and she’s thrilled for her coming wedding festivities. Everything is planned perfectly, of course! Decor is already set for her bachelorette party and she cannot wait to welcome her guests. However, as Murphy’s Law dictates, “If anything can go wrong, it will”. Soon, Codi finds that her bridal shower must be called off – her guests’ flights were cancelled!

Codi was wildly excited for this party, and deeply disappointed. Codi’s soon-to-be sister-in-law, Ariel Demure enters and offers up comfort, help, and some reassurance. Ariel ensures her that everyone is set to be present for the wedding tomorrow, handling all of Codi’s woes. Through the comfort, Codi must admit something to Ariel – she was looking forward to enjoying the STRIPPER!

Ariel tells her to sit her ass down, and with a giggle. Ariel knows exactly how to fix the situation: she begins to deliver a playful lapdance. By now Codi has a smile plastered on her face as Ariel lowers her ass into her lap. In the heat of the moment, one thing leads to another, and the pair turns this party into their own naughty little secret.

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What happens at the bachelorette party…

Ariel Demure doesn’t play games. The pair erupts with giggles bringing some joy to the scene, as things get a little less playful, and far sexier. Soon, they give in to their lust, finding pleasure even without strippers.

Ariel makes her moves on an anxious bride, Codi Vore, who soon loses her inhibitions. They melt into the tension, vowing themselves to secrecy at their bachlorette party of two. Lust continues to build, and barriers decimate, allowing them to enjoy pleasure they may never receive again.

There is no one else to spill the beans, but themselves. The pair tours through a full spectrum of pleasure, beginning with a blowjob with gentle face-fucking, and plenty of foreplay. Codi very obviously begins to enjoy the special attention from her sister-in-law, as they strip down. They work to ensure mouth-watering pleasure throughout the scene, delivering more than orgasms and cum shots. They deliver passion in raw form, that will have your mouth salivating and your loins simmering.

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Final Thoughts

This performance delivered plenty of visual pleasure, and a sensible storyline that could actually happen. While I enjoyed the execution, their chemistry was a touch lacking. They put on a performance that transcends chemistry, delivering results that still make us melt.

This scene is scorching and delicious, with just a touch of scandal! After all, what happens at the bachlorette stays at the bachlorette – and these two were the only ones in attendance.

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As a consumer and professional in the adult industry, I find AdultTime always has quality content with top stars, and unique storylines. If you’re not familiar with this series, I believe this scene would be an excellent introduction to the series and the network. This series brings romantic playfulness to the scenes, which makes it a perfect pick for Peach Kisser!

If you’re here for the first time, welcome! We specialize in reviewing porn for women, and actually recommend scenes based on watchability. This scene was specifically chosen for its quality, talent, and passion, so let’s dig in!

Oily And Outrageous – Little Puck & Sarah Arabic

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These are two performers I find deeply alluring. There’s no wonder why they’re popular performers. They melded together in this scene beautifully, proving chemistry from the first moments, onward.

Little Puck, however, is new to me. However, I was thrilled by her performance in this scene as a busty little dynamo. Sarah Arabic is erotically curvaceous, and passionate. In these scene, these two put in the work for hedonistic pleasure. Not only do they pleasure each other–but they create magic that simply deserves to be witnessed.

Thank goodness it was all caught on film!

Setting The Scene

Little Puck and Sarah Arabic play a lesbian couple who are quite adventurous to begin with. We are treated to a beautiful voiceover by Little Puck as she prepares her bedroom for a little romance. With giddy anticipation, she lights candles and ensures their bedroom vibes are immaculate.

Puck explains that they’re looking forward to receiving their sex box subscription, which comes to them every single month. In this subscription, they’re given something new to enjoy. This keeps their bedroom life spicy, so they look forward to its arrival every single month.

This time their box arrives with some things they don’t quite expect, but they’re more than thrilled to give it a try. This month’s box is full of massage oils and towels, which is perfect for creating visual appeal, with their stunning curves. The couple is extremely excited for the contents of the box, and begin their orgasmic journey immediately.

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Playtime Gets Messy

There’s nothing quite like an oil massage, to bring you closer to your partner, but it also looks extremely sexy. This scene felt organic, which always makes a scene more enjoyable to me. As they’re stripping each other down, each kiss delivers more and more visual pleasure.

Arabic and Puck have beautiful chemistry, and genuinely seem to be enjoying each and every move. This scene has all the action you’d expect, with clear consent and giggly passion. From their first passionate kiss, I knew this scene was going to be a keeper.

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Playtime begins with a little Tongue Sucking

Throughout the foreplay, they’re so joyful and horny that they almost forget about the box. The chatter between them is flirty and fun and they’re deeply focused on each other. Over and over again, these two turn each other into puddles of melting butter, sliding each other’s bodies over each other. The visuals for this are stunning, as they joyfully glide their hands over each other’s bodies.

Puck has a dominating, calm demeanor, even when she’s receiving. Her sensual energy flows freely through every move she makes to pleasure her busty girlfriend. Sarah is breathlessly beautiful and visibly excited to fuck around with Little Puck. They flirt and banter, stimulating each other’s minds along with their bodies.

There is so much flirting, this will make you feel quite a bit like a voyeur! Sometimes hardcore porn gets chopped up, and cut oddly, so it leaves no room for the romantic connection. This scene has a steady flow of action, which flows seamlessly along with the intimate storyline.

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Final Thoughts

Lez Be Bad Oily And Outrageous is a scene full of beauty, passion, and organic action. The passion took hold from beginning to end, as we observed the pair melt into each other. They compliment each other’s skills, and wailed with pleasure throughout the scene. If these two porn beauties were not actually into girls, I wouldn’t believe you. That pleasure appeared as genuine as their playful banter appeared, demonstrating their chemistry.

As a long time porn critic, I can definitely tell when scene partners lack chemistry. As for them? Their passion together was almost too beautiful.

Oily And Outrageous, featuring Sarah Arabic and Little Puck is a beautifully shot scene, with action that really hits the mark. You can watch it now, on Adulttime’s Lez Be Bad channel.

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My hammock was a bit of a splurge, but I think it was worth it. Now that my peach tree is full of the sweet scent of ripening fruit, I find myself here most evenings simply spending time with myself. My lush, quiet neighborhood sinks into the evening, as the air cools and gives us a bit of a reprieve from the heat. It’s easy to fall asleep here, listening to the rustling leaves from the gentle breeze washing over myself and my garden.

My garden hammock has become my sanctuary.

And each evening I spend here, in my hammock, I drift off into joyous thoughts and memories. This time, as I sink into a delicious haze I wasn’t prepared to uncover. This time, I dream about the last person to make my heart race.

I missed her–Anna. She often haunts my thoughts as I drift off to sleep, when my mind is unencumbered by my daily stresses. I missed the way she made me laugh, the way she touched me, and how passionately she loved me with every bit of light inside of her.

As I lay there, the warmth of the sun seeping into my soul, my thoughts began to simmer. Blissfully, I imagined her gentle fingers gently caressing my curves, her soft lips gently kissing the back of my neck. The sweet nothings she’d whisper sunk into me like the most satisfying bite of the perfect peach. As my heart rate began to elevate, without thought, my hands began to wander, as if searching for the feeling Anna once left me.

Under My Peach Tree, My Hammock Beckons

As I lay in my hammock, with my eyes closed, I began to lose awareness of what’s around me. My arousal is only accented by the sound of the breeze rustling the leaves of my tree, and the occasional car driving through my neighborhood. I began to touch myself, trying to emulate the feeling Anna would leave me.

Being so vulnerable to the gaze of passersby only entered my mind in fleeting moments. It added to the thrill. Giggling to myself, I pushed the thoughts away, to focus on my building sensations and on my thoughts of Anna’s presence.

As my fantasies grew more vivid

I began to think of her body pressed against mine. Feeling each of her curves along my bare skin, as she reaches for my hips. I imagine her hands roaming my body, sending shivers down my spine, teasing my nipples and caressing me slowly, dipping into my warmth as if it was a delectable and sweet jar of honey.

Surprisingly, my arousal continued to grow. With my hand now stroking my engorged clitoris over my underwear, I knew I wasn’t going to go back. Even the sounds of nature faded into the background of my fantasies, as I began to grind my hips to the rhythm of my fingers. I was preparing for Anna to consume me whole.

Fully immersed in my fantasies, my haze only continued to blur the lines between fantasy and reality, as I slipped my hands into my warmth. I’m only thinking of Anna’s fingers…

Even my beautiful garden began to fade into the background, as I dove deeper into the fantasy of Anna and I being the only two people in existence, building each other’s pleasure. I see her eyes curled into a smile as my arousal begins to peek, remembering her filthy dirty talk. Oh, Anna, I’m am very good girl today. Just for you.

My fingers moved with a life of their own, as if possessed with Anna, herself. They stroked, teased, probed and penetrated me into budding pleasure, intending to cause a full explosion. As tension in my body built, I moved my fingers even faster, trying my best to hold back the moans, even though I was in my own garden. On the precipice of release, I finally allowed an orgasm to wash over me. An orgasm that launches me just to the edge of reality.

As I came down from the euphoria of the orgasm, I slid my fingers into myself, penetrating deeply as if I needed to cool down from a workout. I settled myself down once again, finding the sun meeting my hazy glaze. Nature begins to unfold before me, once again. I hear the birds calling. I hear the rustling of the leaves in the gentle breeze, as I lay under my peach tree with my skin still flushed from indulgent pleasure.

For a moment, I lay there, basking in the afterglow of my fantasy.

Satisfied, I looked around and found there were still no observers. I laid back into my hammock, to enjoy my own afterglow. While I recovered from such an explosive fantasy, I laid back gently. I enjoyed the feeling of warmth of the sun on my skin once more.

I glanced up at the peach tree, its branches heavy with ripening fruit. Just because we couldn’t be together right now, didn’t mean I couldn’t think about her from time to time–did it? I smiled, knowing that Anna would love the sweet juiciness of my peaches, just as she loved my sweet taste of pleasure.

As I walked back to my small cottage, nestled among the trees, I felt a sense of pleasure and joy washing over me. I looked back at my peach tree, the center of my garden, knowing that now we share some naughty secrets.

And who knows? Maybe we’ll share more naughty secrets together. Maybe next time, I won’t be alone under my peach tree.

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However, I’d like to invite you to break past that barrier. This is an inviting scene starring Valentina (Selva Lapiedra) who is already a famed starlet, but she is craving more. Not knowing what her next step should be, Maria (Sofia Laone) enters and changes the ganme. Maria helps her make a naughty decision that could have a wild fallout. As soon as she whips out the tape recorder, Valentina and Maria create a thrilling performance that becomes a real life confession.

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Unpacking Sofia Laone & Selva Lapiedra

This is my first time experiencing this pair, and they’re deeply sensual with natural beauty. Sofia Laone and Selva Lapiedra are both striking Latinas, with vastly different looks. As such, they’re a gorgeous pair. Their performance in this scene was sensually fulfilling and delightful, as they explore pleasure together, intended for a different audience.

Setting the Scene – SEXTAPE, Erika Lust

This is a scene ripe with erotic bliss. It feels like watching a foreign film, and I suppose it is. However, that creates an added and unexpected appeal as we explore the desires of two women unfolding before us.

The scene oscillates between being realistically 4K, and enjoying the video output from the camcorder. This is a unique twist on social norms in a story we’ve seen over and over with the likes of Kim Kardashian, Paris Hilton, and anyone else who thought they’d release a sex tape as a fast track to expansive fame.

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With beautiful cinematography, we’re set to enjoy two women melting into each other, in exactly the way you’d expect a sex tape to begin. You’ll alternate between camcorder POV and 4K, giving you a taste of everything, as Maria gets her first tastes of Victoria–dribbling spit and all.

The sex is consensual as it is steamy, as the pair heats up, breathlessly advising each other on what to expect next, whether it be simply inserting fingers or toys. Between their sopping lips and penetrating pleasure, the action simply continues from moment to moment. The two mischievous beauties continue their naughty camera work, getting more and more engrossed in their orgasmic antics. They start to focus more on giving each other thrills and orgasms from moment to moment, smiling into the camera with euphoric glee.

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Final thoughts

This was a scene that was deeply erotic. Personally, I think that the scene being shot in Spanish makes it even sexier–but that’s up to you to decide! Perhaps I am biased.

The steamy sensual take on consent makes the scene something you’ll be squirming into your seat to, right along with the talent. This scene is a delectable mix of the seediness of a sex tape, and the erotic visual pleasure you only get from porn scenes for women.

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