With lips that have the marvelous savor of evil, and eyes that transmit a taste for the extraordinary, Kylee Reese has the appearance of being a snooty babe above the common order. But once you get her in the spoon position and slip her the fork, Kylee's loins boil like a three minute microwave soup. And, after that, she's like any old loose-lipped screwhead whore. At home on a motel bed or in a crusty sleeping bag, the delectable Kylee will provide you with many hours of delightful pleasure. And all for one low price, which is a deal hard to beat in today's economy. We enjoy a woman like that whose vagina can be monetarily wooed by anyone. That says something about her.

If smiles could signal triumph, you'd think that Angel Daisy was the Queen of Sheeba who had just single-handedly conquered 7,000 Macedonians in full battle array. But Daisy's story is nothing as biblically far flung or as exorbitant as that. It's just that Daisy pulled one over on her man and felt pretty good about it. Well, you know how guys get. First they put a ring on your finger and, next thing you know, they think they're married to you. At the cost of diamonds these days, maybe that's true, but Daisy has other ideas about commitment which basically don't include commitment. She told her fella as much but he wasn't listening very hard. Next day, when Daisy brought home a man of the dark persuasion to play some cock and ball games with, her fella listened a little harder. Then, once he got to know what a black man tastes like, Daisy's fella listens a little better.

Oh to be the lucky hands that cup those strong globules of ass flesh. Katya knows what she's got and places great demands upon her bounty. Hence, the man that casts his fate with her must realize that it's not just a matter of handing Katya the keys to the Lear jet. There's way more to it than that. And failure is not an option. Which her man discovered when she threw a bull goose tantrum during their latest tiff. It was over something very stupid, but Katya tends to raise those kinds of issues. Thinking that a few hours to herself and all would be forgiven, Katya's man came home. Except he came home to another man --a dusky-hued man-- who was helping himself to Katya's goods. The hands of a black man were stuck on those globules of flesh, but in order to get them back into his own stable, Katya's fella had to do the unthinkable. Even Jean-Paul Sartre couldn't begin to convey the existentialism he felt upon tasting the black man's pride.