Turn On … The Radio
by D.Minion
It was the end of a fun but tiring week in Las Vegas. Cytherea had been posing for photos and videos for days in the Risqué Hotel Suite, while the Risqué gang captured every nuance and every squirt on camera! [And occasionally on pants, t-shirts, glasses, that sort of thing. If you know Cytherea, you understand.] Posing (and orgasming) is tough, especially if you are a petite person like Cy! (And shooting it is really exhausting if you are old and tired like me! Although I’m not complaining!) [Let’s be honest: Just remembering to pose while orgasming would require a level of concentration at which most of us could simply marvel.]



























Hey, if you can’t beat ’em, set about changing the rules. … That’s how we approach the issue. Understanding this, we have for some time believed that we really need to have our own personal Deity. Think how much easier life would be if you could just call upon a ZOT any time you wanted. True, it might not make you any more real friends in life, but the people around you would be a heck of a lot nicer, we’re betting. Toward that end, be prepared to be all dazzled and shit:













