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Carissa found a huge millipede while shooting by the grottoes and gleefully picked it up and let it crawl on her arm. Model: Carissa Santigate
Kinky Komix – Fashionista Picnic – Models: Crystal Nicole, Jenn Michelle
Remember the episode of Father Knows Best where the Anderson family hosted the foreign exchange student who was a practicing nudist? No? Well, now you have that memory. Model: Lareina Tay
The Goddess Jenn on the Altar of Sensuality. Model: Jenn Michelle
Mandii and Frankie cool off in a waterfall. Soon their bikinis come off and things heat up. For full video go to the Erotic page. Models: Mandii Monarch, Frankie Bunny
Crystal in Congregation of Potato People. Model: Crystal A
Church of the Potato People
In the Church of the Tuber, where spuds convene,
A congregation of potato people, a sight unseen.
Their eyes, like russet orbs, fixed on the sacred ground,
As they gather in reverence, in silence profound.
Starch-filled hearts beat in unison, a tater’s devotion,
In pews of mashed delight, a tuberous emotion.
The pulpit adorned with skins, a priestly spud ascends,
Preaching the gospel of the harvest, where the potato life transcends.
But amid the devout, a stranger unknown,
A beauty in disguise, a presence all her own.
She, an outsider, a radiant yam,
In the sea of potatoes, a singular glam.
Her skin, a golden hue, not of earthly soil,
A sweet fragrance of difference, a celestial foil.
Yet, she hides among them, a secret delight,
In the congregation’s eyes, a clandestine light.
The potato people, unaware of her grace,
Continue their worship in the starchy space.
But the outsider listens, absorbing their prayer,
In the silence of tubers, a connection rare.
As the sermon concludes, and the congregation disbands,
The outsider reveals herself, a rose in the lands.
The potatoes, astonished, yet welcoming still,
In this diverse church, love trumps the thrill.
For in the Church of the Tuber, diversity blooms,
In the richness of differences, unity looms.
Potato people and yams, together they stand,
In the spud-filled sanctuary, hand in hand.