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As betas, my readers know that every environment has an alpha. Whether it be your place of employment, the bar, home, or even the corner store, you're always at the bottom of the pile. You can't get respect from fucking anyone. You even get punked at Magic the Gathering tournaments.
Apes Together Strong
You guys hate this monkey brain-driven power dynamic because it never falls in your favor, but it's impossible to avoid. Humans stratify society where ever we grow it. We can't help but to divide and conquer. And when an alpha like me runs into a beta like one of my readers, we know how to handle the situation. We must subtly remind you of your weakness to ensure the structure of society remains intact.
Porn maintains the same hierarchy. With the creation of sites like Only Fans and Fansly, the adult entertainment industry is flooded with actresses and performers right now. Strengthening the social strata is more critical than ever. That way meat beating addicts can keep all of these fresh faces organized in their small and shrinking brains.
When Only Fans models first hit the adult industry, they were looked down upon by established talent. However, that was only because they smelled change in the water and didn't know what move to make. Eventually, the alphas of the Only Fans world put the team on their back, and now Only Fans is a highly respected forum. These days, most shining starlets brighten their light on Only Fans and by live streaming.
The line between amateur porn and pro porn is becoming softer and softer. Advancing technology means it doesn't take much money to produce fantastic-looking porn from the comfort of your living room.
Combine that with the covid quarantine, and now everyone and their grandma is making a couple of bucks doing porn. Even your religious sister is selling feet pics on the side to increase her tithes. It's what the Lord would have wanted. Everyone knows Jesus had a foot fetish. That's why he always offered to clean people's tootsies.
A Sea of Porn
The market may be flooded with vagine, but the porn star still reigns supreme over other adult performers. The increase in total amateurs means that there are also more pro porn stars than ever. All this competition means that ability levels have shot through the roof recently.
You can't half-ass your anal sex scene anymore and still expect to be the queen of the hill. There is always another bitch in line trying to fuck a dick better. That probably sucks for the whores, but it's fantastic for the meat beaters. It's a buyers' market out there, gents. Throw your dong in the ring and enjoy.
Much like movies, everyone has a favorite porn star, and there are some porn stars we universally agree on. Take Mia Khalifa, for example. She only filmed porn for two or three months but became an instant porn staple nonetheless. To this day, her scenes still continue to rake in the dough.
Some other examples of porn stars with large fan bases are Kimmy Granger and Lana Rhoades. When I'm in a pinch and need to jerk off fast, it's those ladies I seek out.
Other bitches are more niche. If you are a big fan of petite bitches you're probably familiar with Elsa Jean. That minuscule little cock muncher loves to have her tiny pussy wrecked by giant black cocks.
Something for Everybody
Regardless of who your favorite porn stars may be, you'll be able to find room in your heart for Laney Grey. She has a little something for everyone. No single aspect of her body stands out. She doesn't have massive bolted-on fake tits or an ass that finishes entering a room ten seconds after her front did. She's simply sexy. She's the total package. No one will find her offensive, and everyone will be able to bust a nut.
Laney's Twitter account is the perfect place to get a taste of what this bitch does. She describes herself first as an adult performer and cam girl. I love when a lady has no qualms about her profession. You're a porn star. Wear the badge loud and proud.
She goes on to call herself a fun-sized nympho. This is also a very accurate statement. She's a fun-sized snickers bar you can jam your cock inside of. That pussy is tight enough to squeeze the brains out of your eyes.
If you'd like to book Ms. Grey, you can reach out to her management at OC Modeling or her public relations team at The Rub. Laney must require good management as she claims to be from outer space. I am not going to lie. She does look pretty high in most of her pictures.
Laney joined Twitter in September of 2017 and has already gathered two hundred thousand followers. Those aren't rookie numbers. There are a shit ton of dudes beating their meat to Laney as we speak.
The tweet currently posted to the top of Laney's page asks fans who they would like to see her work with. She advertises herself as always tested, punctual, and willing to travel. I call it her dick migrations.
As you probably gathered from the slightly dead look in her eye, Laney is down to get kinky anytime you like. You can punish, humiliate, and whip little Laney to your heart's content. Plus, she's always up for a bit of throat fucking. She has that GakGak 3000.
She's quite the multitasker as well. Having a cock in her pussy while she works one or two more with her hands is a walk in the park for this cunt. She can handle as many cocks as she has limbs and holes for.
GOAL!
To celebrate the world cup, Laney and six of her hottest porn star friends got together to have a soccer match of their own. When I saw Eliza Ibarra was going to be there also, I knew I couldn't miss this game.
Fortunately, not much soccer happens. Before the game can even get off the ground, those ladies start fucking each other. If this was what actual soccer was like, I think it would be more prevalent in the states. They should get more tits.
The ladies don't just fuck one another, though. What I initially thought were refs were actually stunt cocks in disguise. Those sly little bastards thought they were being slick.
Laney has been shooting a lot of virtual reality content lately. When you have a body as delicious as Laney's, you want people to see it from all angles in the most refined HD. I want her VR content so often I'm worried I'll get a rash from wearing my helmet too much. I wouldn't even care. Jerking off to this bitch every day is worth some itchy scaley skin around my eyes. These are the types of sacrifices I'm willing to make for my craft.
Happy Whoreliday
She even has Christmas-themed virtual reality porn. Laney Grey is the best present you'll ever open. There are few things I enjoy unwrapping more. I can't wait to slide down her chimney. I need to get myself some of those milk and cookies. Would Laney like a sleigh ride on the Porn Dude Express? Tom Hanks isn't on board, but this fat dick is.
When you get bored of watching Christmas videos, check out her new Brazzers scene, "Stepsister Pillow Fight Night." Shit is about to go down at this sleepover. Someone might even end up decapitated by cotton.
Even if no one loses a head, everyone will be cumming. Once pillows have bumped heads, they will be ground on before the ladies jump into a fuck puddle. Fuck puddles are my favorite variety of puddle.
Here is a fun Laney Fact for you: She loves black cock. Only black cock fills all the corners of Laney's pussy from back to front and side to side. The bigger, the better. Not only can she ride them with both her pussy and asshole, but she can also deep throat them all the way to the base. She's basically three fleshlights in a trenchcoat when it comes to black dudes.
Laney Grey is a superb all-around talent with a little bit of everything to make you horny. You'll love her body, her performances, the themes of her videos, and the tightness of her holes.
While I appreciate that the Adult Video News awards are coming up, I'd like to see more posts about anything else. However, once the awards have passed, it will be back to business as usual.
Laney Grey has what it takes to make any man happy, so go find out if you're an "any man."
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November, 1812 After a quick repast, Thomas had a horse saddled for himself and set out to visit one of the tenants, one George Hanson, who worked a 60-acre parcel of land towards Horsley with his son. Hanson had been boatswain in Cormorant, and Thomas’s father had given him a tenancy when the old ship was broken up in ‘04. Hanson had taught the young Thomas seamanship, and of all the tenants he could be trusted the most. The ride was two miles over the small lanes of the different estates,...
January 1814 It was impossible not to fall in love with his new ship immediately. As HM sloop Lark approached the large frigate, Thomas drank in the lines of the hull, the rake of her masts, and the excellent shape. Clearly, her previous captain had spent a considerable amount of his own money on the ship. From the gilded carvings around her stern windows to the masterfully applied paintwork the ship showed the affluence of her former captain. Lt. Warden hove to a cable length from HMS...
I switched off the news. I’d seen enough; it was time to go. I might have waited too long. The thing was, I loved the life I was leading and I didn’t want to leave everything behind. I looked around my luxury condo, taking everything in for the last time. This whole world was about to end and I already knew how much I was going to miss it. I had painstakingly selected every piece of furniture. Every decorative item was perfectly placed. Buying the kitchen alone had taken more than a month and...
Introduction: This is my first story, so dont judge… Jude is a god. All the girls love him…. But he is inlove with his sister. my name is Jude Grey. Im 17 years old 511 maybe 60 now. I have Powder blue eyes, dark black-brownish hair. I have very detailed/chiseled features as people tell me. This year is my senior year of Highschool, and its barely starting out, Im very involved in sports and staying active. so Im Fit, not too big Im muscular, but slim at the same time also im somewhat tan. Im...
With her fingers curled, she could just about touch the ropes binding her wrists, even if she couldn’t see them. The blindfold they’d used was a length of black velvet; soft, thick and, above all, expertly tied. Jodie didn’t even know if the lamps in the room were still on, although she assumed they were. After all, they needed to see, even if she didn’t.How long had it been now? Fifteen minutes? Twenty? Her right arm was going numb, and she desperately needed to urinate; something she...
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