No Speed Bumps

Carter Scott, Lots of Oink and the Topping Gene

Every now and then (or all the time) you want to get your hands on that lazy sensual voluptuary - the one who, by his very fleshy firm porkiness alone, turns on your topping gene, big big time. There's something in Carter's unrelenting pigginess that just makes we wanna flip him over and get to work.


He's the kinda guy you don't have to be politically correct with - and take those agonizing 4 hours and twenty-three and a half minutes of ever-so-gentle prodding and poking (and plain begging) ... just to get the tiniest bit of the head of ya dick in.

One who, after he's given you the I'm-up-for-it-right-now look, ...


... will give a sneak preview of every angle shown in the main event ...




... and then (after a sexily short five minutes and thirty-four second romp around the crimson couch) will produce the absolute ATM of entry points!

Actually, having said all that blah bout no malingering, I prefer a slow (3.5 sec) step-by-step revealing ... of the Holy Grail ...




What follows next will make the gods weep - with unrestrained envy!