Reaper’s Property by Joanna Wylde
Eeeuw… motorbike dudes. I hope they wash regularly here, unlike some of their real life counterparts.

Eeeuw… motorbike dudes. I hope they wash regularly here, unlike some of their real life counterparts.

Frankenstein’s monster, tentacles, demons, ghosts, vampires…

Not bad, but this one at the same time doesn’t seem to know what it really wants to say.

This rather unpolished work offers an unexpected amount of heart and soul to go with the raunch.

Read this for the sexy, not the story. Otherwise, you’d be disappointed.

The jelly doesn’t rise much in this one.

Oh my goodness, this is just cringe-inducing to an embarrassing degree.

The bore, the chore, the snore.

This debut effort from Sasha Grey is as insane and dirty as expected. And in some ways, disappointing too.

There’s a female gladiator here, ooh, but the same old boring traditional gender tropes unfortunately apply.
