Most men would do anything to be in the proximity of that ass. Knowing a good thing, Marlena knows what to do with it and so has her way with most gents. Being something of a sadist, Marlena enjoys when guys act stupid around her because she knows what's coming next. They're thinking what they're thinking. But she's thinking something else entirely. And that something else entirely equates to humiliation and debasement. In her first things first agenda, Marlena requires her men to put on a fashion show which means she's stretched out a few bra and panty sets along the way. But no matter. Next comes the makeup and a few other ridiculous glamour accoutrements to complete the picture. And guys will go along with this. They'll shove their balls and what-nots between their legs and pretend to be ladies. Though what comes next is hardly lady-like. And men with a cock in their ass are so predictable.

Monica Foster's very pretty, chic, stylish and somewhat reserved. But put her in the same room with a man and his willing rectum and she becomes a regular Motown hellcat with a serious itch to scratch. Monica smells submission leaking through a man's pores, and when it gets in her nostrils, she must quell the jungle beast that lurks within. Often times this is accomplished by role reversal and participating in one-sided love scenarios. That's because Monica likes calling the shots and she often dreams of suppliant men in their stained jockeys firing guns under palm trees. Get her within any proximity of these fantasies and the lady knows no bounds. The proof is in the look, and Monica has that look.

Erika Vution is a very sweet lady who always manages to meet guys full of humbug, some being brokers of exquisitely fabricated dreams, and others being the gray bearded proprietors of horse stalls. Which is to say that Erika generally walks away saddened by her own sincerity but often times wiser for the rotten experience of being taken advantage of by degenerate truth benders. You know where this is going, don't cha? Erika was going to be pushed once too often and then turned into a regular strap-on vigilante. But you already knew that. Boris, the bullshitter, however, didn't. Upon their meeting, Boris, a man of minimal gravitas, twisted Erika's eyeballs with his artful tongue and streaming packs of Euro-based lies. But this lasted only so long before she caught on and finally snapped. "Twist the baboon's balls and punch will surely run out of his cock," Erika remembered a wise man once telling her. When Boris got woozy from the vodka he was so fond of nurturing, Erika's face became a palette of malevolence as she slipped on the harness of pleasure and plunged it deep into Boris' ass. With thrust after thrust, Boris' face looked as if it had been beaten by gray junk weather as he screamed like a mandrake. Erika took that as a good sign.