We have a special guest at the studio today, SCORELANDERS. Sabina Leigh of Voluptuous magazine, one of the stars of Pounding The Pledges and Bounce Baby Bounce! It’s been a while and I’m happy to say that Sabina’s looking as pretty and as busty as ever. Wow, is she busty! And while Sabina’s here, she pounded the keyboard too and blogged. (I love blogging models.) Take it away, Sabina. -Elliot James
Welcome back, Sabina Leigh!
Hi all, Sabina Leigh, here. I am finally back shooting with The SCORE Group again. I missed them so much. Everyone here is super professional and major hotties to boot 🙂
I had such a great time shaking my big fat titties all over the studio.
The guys here really banged the shit out of me (in the good way that I love so much).
I can’t wait for you all to see me being rammed by these big-dicked Miami studs. I hope I get to come back down here more so I can keep sharing these heavy juggs and pink pussy with you all.
SCORE and V-mag fans are seriously the best around. Kisses to you all and I hope you will enjoy my scenes as much as I enjoyed making them!-XXX, Sabina Leigh
We love when the girls guest blog. Thanks, Sabina!
Cherry Brady, of course, blogging for your viewing pleasure!
Hello everyone! Guess where I am? I am sitting in the SCORE Studio right this second! It has been a super long time since I have been here. Everything still looks the same except for a few new faces that I hadn’t seen before. Like there is this super-sexy editor named Maria here now. She’s cute and smart and I hope to see more of her later!
Anyway, I am here because I always get a lot of V-Men asking me when I am going to shoot for SCORE again and do another video or pictorials. Apparently, you all are getting tired of jacking off to the same old stuff! So, I am here to bless V-Men with brand-new, 100% NEW jack-off material guaranteed to make you shoot to the ceiling! At least I like to imagine my V-Men shooting their loads to the ceiling.
Where have I been, you ask? I’ve been on lots of adventures. I did some water skiing, motorcycle riding, scuba diving, (a little muff diving) I baked a pie, went to K-Mart a couple of times. And doing all the things good girls aren’t supposed to do (again). You know, the normal adventurous stuff. The important thing is the present. I am here and ready to start new adventures.
Speaking of which, I’m off to the set! I’ll be here for a few days, so if you have any comments, questions, etc., send them along! And I’ll see you VERY soon.
(Dear Dave, I see your Arianna Video and I raise you this blog by the one and only Jenna Valentine. I figured the only way to trump a video from the Bahamas was to let Jenna, who was ACTUALLY there, tell you guys what it was like to frolic with the busties. And of course, she has some pics of all the behind the scenes action for you, too. Dave, I may be saying this prematurely, but…I WIN. lol xoxo, Maria 🙂 Take it away, Jenna…)
Jenna Valentine and her debut magazine, Voluptuous May 2010.
Jenna Valentine: Sublime in the tropics.
The view of the beach from the girls’ private house in the Bahamas.
Taylor and Jenna get close for comfort.
Taylor Steele, Jenna Valentine and Karla James…they want to mount your vessel.
Sailor girl Jenna could inspire a lot of seamen.
Oh, hi, SCORELAND Members!
This is Jenna Valentine, taking over the SCORELAND Blog for a hot mess of a minute. Somehow, I got permission to write a blog about my trip to the Bahamas. But before that, I’d like to officially announce (imagine dramatic royal horns playing!) that I got my first bra fitting! Okay, that’s boring, but the good news is (Well, at least for you guys, not my for my bra-buying wallet!) that I am a 36H! I don’t know how this happened. I’d like to thank the Academy and my good genes. I’ve had big boobs since fourth grade. I had D-cups by age 11. (Writing that made me feel creepy, and now I think Chris Hansen is behind me.) Anyway, I have no idea where these came from. No one in my family has big boobs. I am the only one. My mom (who’s a MILF by the way, guys!) is super petite. She’s 5″ and 100 lbs. (Now you know where I get my epic height from.) But my boobs? No idea. I just text-messaged my grandma and asked her if I was in some sort of nuclear accident area when I was born.
Okay, enough about my boobs. No just kidding. Let’s talk about more boobs. I was recently asked to take a trip to the Bahamas to pose for SCORE, and I said YES! (Exactly like that, without thinking.) Let’s be honest, I am obviously not one for the sun. Look at me. I have porcelain, fragile, vampire skin. I am also just a little scared of the ocean. (I have a lot of phobias.) However, I’d never turn down a chance to pose with some huge-boobed hotties in a private house on an island. Would you? No. (If your answer was yes, then I don’t know what to think or say about you.)
Let me tell you about the hot ladies I got a chance to bunk with. (This sounds like summer camp! A naked big-boob summer camp.) First, there’s Karla James. Karla looks even more innocent and young in person. She has a very sweet face and her boobs are huge. Gigantic. Bigger than mine! I was shocked. I’ve never met anyone with boobies bigger than mine. She says she’s a G, but I’m thinking GGGGG. Then there’s Taylor Steele, and she is HILARIOUS. She’s the funniest, hottest chick ever…with huge knockers. Her boobs were also bigger than mine. (Seeing a pattern here, guys?) But let’s talk about Arianna Sinn! This girl is the sweetest, most-adorable girl on this planet. I don’t know what it was about her. Maybe it was her accent and the way she said some words that made my heart skip a beat! She was my roommate, but unfortunately we did not share a huge bed together. I was sick when I arrived in the Bahamas, so we had separate beds. But if there’s ever a time where I can room with her again, don’t you worry, I’d share a bed with her without even thinking. I’d spoon her with my boobs. Oh, I forgot to mention, Arianna’s tits were the biggest. I’ve never been the one with the smallest boobs in the group. I seriously felt flat-chested next to these girls! It was unbelievable. I came in thinking I had huge boobs, and I was out-boobed by three other girls! Standing next to Taylor, I’d look down at my shirt and go, “Oh.” I was super-disappointed!
I think my favorite part of the trip was actually going into the ocean with these girls. I haven’t been in a bikini or the ocean for about 10 or more years, but why would I ever say no to an opportunity to go jump up and down topless with three other hot chicks with HUGE boobs? We had sand fights, took off our tops, swam in the ocean, rolled over, rubbed sand on each other’s boobs and ran slowly down the beach topless like a topless Baywatch episode.
I had four wonderful days of watching girls get wet in the ocean, rub down their boobs with lotion and baby oil, get hosed down, put on sexy lingerie like garters (which are my absolute favorite!), jump up and down, do cartwheels (Karla did them, though she refused to do it for the camera!), try on bras, rub each other’s boobies, slap each other’s asses and shake their asses, too (That was mostly Taylor, though.).
I’ll miss my three big-boobed girls, and I hope one day we can all do another fun photo shoot! I can’t wait till you guys see us all together in bed in our SCORE tees 🙂 It was like the giant, big-boobed sleepover I always wanted! So ladies, if you’re reading this, I miss you all and I hope one day we can be boob-to-boob again. SCORELAND members, I love you guys and thanks for all your awesome support! I hope you all bought my debut magazine, Voluptuous May 2010, and enjoyed it. (I secretly hope I am someone’s new favorite pin-up girl!) I also hope you guys enjoyed my blog. I am the least-serious person so I wanted to make this funny to read!
I can’t wait until you guys get to see our sexy Bahama shoots!
You won't find Daphne Rosen's boobs on Chatroulette. In fact, you won't find ANYTHING on Chatroulette.
I’m fairly certain that Facebook and MySpace were created for the sole purpose of obtaining free porn. Sure, they hide behind the term social networking, but who here HASN’T rubbed one out to that hot girl from high school that you tell your wife you were such good friends with but really spoke to only once, when you needed to borrow a sheet of paper? I mean, really, if she’s going to post half-naked photos from her last trip to the Bahamas, well, I’m only human.
There was a distinct line drawn in the sand, though. Facebook, MySpace; they bring you one step closer to seeing these women naked, but they never quite deliver the goods. After all, they’re claiming to be social networking sites, not porn. I guess it makes it sound classier.
Enter Chatroulette.com. Where other social networking sites make a half-hearted attempt to camouflage their pornographic tendencies, Chatroulette seemingly has no shame.
The concept is simple. You sit in front of your webcam, click PLAY and are instantly connected to someone else sitting in front of their webcam. It’s completely random, so you could wind up talking to a guy in Peru, a girl in Russia or your mom in the next room. Then, when you get bored of that person, you click NEXT and, like magic, a new person appears. Rinse. Repeat. Sounds harmless enough. Except this is the Internet. The same Internet that routinely turns my favorite childhood cartoons into sex-crazed porn. It’s pretty easy to guess what path Chatroulette would take.
Here’s a simple math problem: Solve for X, when X = Anonymity + webcam + $0.00
There’s a flaw in the equation, though. I thought, for the sake of this post, I would try it out; see what Chatroulette has to offer. The answer–surprisingly, or not–is nothing. I clicked that NEXT button 100 times and this is what I came up with:
(43) men of various ages, who stared blankly at the screen without ever saying a word. (29) cameras aimed directly at the naked crotch of a masturbating man. (17) camera feeds that never connected for one reason or another. (5) couples who wanted only to tell me a joke. (None of which were even remotely funny.) (4) women who looked too young for me to do anything other than click the NEXT button as fast as possible. (1) man dressed as Spider Man. (I can’t even make this up.)
And one mildly attractive British woman who had just gotten home from work. I spoke to her for over an hour. Most of that time was just me asking her to say random sentences in that delightful accent. I love British people.
Not once in my 100 clicks did I come across a woman who was willing to take her clothes off. Hell, only 9% of the time was there even a woman on the screen. Yet, despite the overwhelming odds stacked against them, I encountered roughly 72 men who were sitting there waiting for the chance to see a naked girl magically pop up on their computer screen. I suspect it never happened.
Now, I’m no math wizard, but I might be able to help these guys increase their booby-viewing percentages exponentially. Ready for the secret? IT’S CALLED PORN. Taking into account the rare, but occasional, nip-slip, if you’re on MySpace or Facebook, you probably have around a 7% chance of seeing something stroke-worthy. On Chatroulette, your chances drop considerably. But here at SCORELAND, those chances jump to an unparalleled 100%.
So, sure, you can cruise social networking sites for hours at a time tonight, but just remember that you’ve been warned. Because you can waste all the time you like meticulously searching those places, but when it comes right down to it, right here is where the boobs are at.
They say the best things in life are free, but that’s bullshit. When it comes to porn, you get what you pay for.
Cassandra's boobs look lovely. If only I had any idea what to do with them…
There are two things I’ve been razzed about during my brief stint as a contributor here at the SCORELAND Blog: not having a girlfriend and jerking off too much.
For starters, while the latter is probably true, to some extent, I’ll wear that label like a badge of honor. After all, it’s not like I jerk off because I can’t get a girl. I jerk off because I can. And the simple fact that it’s the middle of the afternoon and you’re on a porn site probably means that you subscribe to a similar theory.
Whatever. That’s not really all that important right now because today, the topic of conversation isn’t masturbation. Today, I’m coming to you with a confession. Today, I’m asking you folks for a little help.
Here’s the thing. You guys like to poke fun at me for needing a girlfriend, but the truth is, I have one. And the one I have is the one you want. Why? Because she’s cute and she’s funny, and, oh right… because she wears a size 34I bra! Got your attention now, don’t I? That’s not Merilyn Sakova. That’s not Karina Hart. That’s not even Christy Marks. We’re talking Kaytee Carter territory here. We’re talking boobs so big, I don’t even know what to do with them sometimes.
And that’s, sort of, where I need your help.
I know that may sound ridiculous–needing an owner’s manual for boobs does sound pretty silly and all–but here’s the thing: I’m not a boob man. My expertise resides solely in the southern region of a woman’s body. You give me a pair of long legs and a nice ass and I can give you 8,000,000 recipes for warm, delicious pussy pie. But you put a ripe rack in front of me and I can’t even figure out how to turn the oven on.
Now that’s not to say that I don’t like boobs. Nothing could be further from the truth. My girlfriend’s boobs are a thing of beauty. I just don’t have that deep, heartfelt appreciation for them that you folks seem to have around here. I see boobs as merely something to play with. You guys see boobs as something to be placed upon a pedestal and worshiped.
Which is fine because I’m pretty sure they should be. I just don’t understand why, exactly.
So help me out, SCORELAND zealots. Help me understand your boob-based religion. What am I missing? What is it about a woman’s rack that I’m clearly missing but you all see? Help me get inside the mind of a boob lover because until then, I have a feeling I might be wasting something that you all would be very happy to take off my hands.
Look up. See that picture of Faith up there? Never let it be said that I don’t take constructive criticism. Now that that’s out of the way, I do have a couple of things that I should probably clear up.
First off, The Bucking Bronco isn’t my name. It was strictly the name of the column. Unfortunately, there was some confusion between Dave and I, and the next thing you know, I’m the douchebag known as The Bucking Bronco. Believe me, as awesome as that name might sound, (heavy sarcasm implied), I think I’m just gonna go ahead and stick with Adam. What you’re reading, however, is… The Bucking Bronco.
Secondly, despite what a few of you may think, I am not, in fact, the janitor at SCORELAND. I’m actually below him; something like a janitorial assistant. It pays well, and I get to carry the bucket.
Now let’s get down to business. This column is sort of an open forum. You can either read it and be on your merry way or join in the discussion and make this a more interactive experience. Don’t hold back, either. Anything goes in here. Just think of it as a night out at the bar with the boys. And ladies, you are most certainly welcome–and openly encouraged–to join in the conversation. I don’t think you’ll hear any complaints from the guys.
So if you’d like to join the fun, follow along. Otherwise, feel free to just sit here and stare at that picture for a while. Nobody will judge you for it.
Welcome to The Bucking Bronco…
Whether you’re married, have a live-in girlfriend or still stay at home with the parents, odds are you likely run into the exact same problem as the rest of us: where the hell can I jack it? In a perfect world, In a perfect world, we would have the perfect solution. Unfortunately, this Utopian concept isn’t as widespread as one might hope, so we just have to sneak off and take care of it ourselves every once in a while. Nothing wrong with a little jerk before work.
Today, we’ll try to figure out some of the best and worst places to bust out your light saber when you’re trying to play a little Hand Solo. All locations will be rated on a cup size of A to DD.
The Computer Room [Grade: A-cup]
I know there’s a computer with access to the best of what SCORELAND has to offer, but is this really the ideal way to go about your business? Have you ever tried to do this with other people in the house? It’s the least enjoyable jack you’ll ever have. Every time your chair makes the slightest noise, you minimize the porn window, so only a sports site is showing.
Have you even imagined what that would look like to the person walking in? There isn’t enough time to minimize the window AND stuff everything back in your pants, so you close the most obvious one first (the porn) and then do your best to put the biscuit back in the basket. Meanwhile, they’re watching you tug at your zipper while there’s a giant picture of Derek Jeter across your computer screen. Good luck explaining that one to the wife. Luckily, you won’t have to. She knows that your obsession with marginally talented shortstops isn’t what had you with your pants around your ankles.
Also, how do you handle clean up? Tissues? Towel? Tube sock? No thank you. You’re better off taking your laptop and heading to the next location…
The Bathroom[Grade: C-cup]
The bathroom is the only room in the house where you can lock the door, hang out for 45 minutes and nobody will ever question it. In their minds, you probably just ate at the Dirty Sanchez Taco Emporium for lunch, so not only do they not want to know, but you’re also in no danger of anyone demanding to come in once you’re situated. Need to brush your teeth, honey? “Uh, no thanks. I, uh… I’ll just go to work with the smell of onion bagel on my breath. I’m good.”
The other good thing about the bathroom is that there’s minimal cleanup. You can blast one right into the toilet, flush, wash your hands and then you’re free to go. No messy tissues or sticky towels that need to be shamefully hidden at the bottom of the laundry hamper. Just a quick flush and not even the cast of CSI will be able to figure out what you were up to.
The only thing I hate about the bathroom is that I always feel dirty doing it in there, like I’m doing something morally wrong. I think it has something to do with the lighting. It makes me feel like I’m jerking off in a mental hospital. But perhaps that’s just a personal hang-up.
The Shower [Grade: DD-cup]
When you need a little privacy, there’s nothing better than popping one off in the shower. There’s soap right next to you, no mess, no cleanup and it just feels like something that’s supposed to be done in there. If there were an official shower checklist, I imagine it would go something like this:
_ Wash hair
_ Pee down the drain
_ Wash body
_ Sing loud and off-key
_ Jerk off
_ Dry off
_ HELICOPTER!
I’ve also recently learned about something called the shower beer. I’m not exactly sure where it would go on the checklist, but its future inclusion is mandatory.
The Bathtub [Grade: B-cup]
Someone pointed this out in the comments section last week, and I thought it was worth a mention. I’ve never actually tried this, but I think he might be onto something with this whole “floating balls” theory. Weightless jerking? It sounds like it might have its benefits, especially for those of us who aren’t in the best of shape, but there’s just one question that needs to be answered: What do you do when you’ve finished and everything is floating on the surface of the water, just above you? That’s gotta be an awkward moment.
I think this one has all the potential to be a D-cup scenario, but until we find a solution to that problem, I can’t grade it any higher than a B-cup.
Well, that’s all I got for you today, folks. Thanks for hanging around, though. If I forgot to mention anything or you know of another place to sneak one in, share it with us in the comments below and help your fellow SCORELAND Blog readers out. Also, as a personal thank you for making it all the way to the end, I offer you this…
Because, really, everyone should have a little Faith. THAT’S how we reward you here at the SCORELAND Blog.
Now if you’ll excuse me, these floors aren’t gonna sweep themselves.
