...is one of my favorite quotes (of many) from Pornfidelity 8, a collection of encounters Kelly Madison and her husband, Ryan, have with porn talent who are paid not to act like porn talent until they are brought home to reveal telltale Brazilian waxes, rib removals, coccygeal butterfly tattoos, and my business cards.The Madisons' groovy relationship is much like the one my concubine and I have here at Gram Ponante Estates, Stables, Velodrome, and Topiary Maze (save for the fact that the Madisons tend to bring home guests who are still alive. O God I've said too much).
Read the review here.
Previously: Kelly Madison: Why Titties?; Kelly Madison returns to the womb
See also: Pornfidelity
Labels: dvd, kelly madison, reviews
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Tuesday, June 12, 2007 
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