Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449
A few weeks ago I was cleaning out my Uncle’s storage shed and came across a box of unlabeled VHS cassettes. Who still has cassettes? Luckily I found an old VCR, cords and all, buried halfway down a pile of miscellaneous clothes, electronics and photos. After wrapping up my cleaning for the day I made sure to bring home the cassettes and VCR.
Uncle’s Unlabeled Porn
A few weeks ago I was cleaning out my Uncle’s storage shed and came across a box of unlabeled VHS cassettes. Who still has cassettes? Luckily I found an old VCR, cords and all, buried halfway down a pile of miscellaneous clothes, electronics and photos. After wrapping up my cleaning for the day I made sure to bring home the cassettes and VCR.
I sat down on the couch with a glass of wine and popped the first cassette in. Time to see what was on it. As the tape started, I giggled over the sound. Slightly static-y and a little warped from the age of the cassette. Base thumping out a medium slow tempo, electric guitar twanging a little; giving the music a slightly 70’s vibe. There was some record scratching mixed in, pin pointing the era to the early 90’s.
The lights come up on the scene.
A man wearing a maintenance uniform knocks on the front door of someone’s house. It dawned on me that I’d stumbled on my Uncle’s porno stash. I took a big sip of my wine. It had been a long day, and I was tired. I didn’t really feel like getting off the couch. Heaving a sigh, I let it play. I decided to go down the rabbit hole.
The woman who opened the door was stacked. Leaning against the door frame, you could see she was little shorter than the man, but fit; wearing a tight pink crew neck and a tennis skirt. Her perky breasts were straining the shirt, and the skirt hugged her hips. Backing away from the door, she led him to the kitchen where she bent over to show off her assets while she explained the problem to the repairman.
“So you need me to root around in there and clean your pipes?” The man asked, as he stepped behind her, smirking at the sight in front of him.
Looking over her shoulder, she laughed and said. “Yeah, the pipes are really backed up.”
My wine glass was empty and I had started to get horny. Who would’ve thought that 90’s porn would get me going. My hands drifted to my breasts and I started tweaking my nipples while the couple on the screen started to fondle each other. I needed to clear my pipes too.
Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449