Those dirty, dirty Barely Legal tramps ... where were they when we were 18?! If we'd known then that girls were thinking things like they express in the "Dear Barely Legal ..." letters that serve as VO narration to each of these scenes - things like how soaking wet their pussies are and how badly they're itching to get rammed by some fat dick meat as soon as humanly possible - we'd have been swimming in trim! Well, okay, probably not. But we sure would have creamed our jeans a lot more.
Anyhow, there are two scenes here that really churn our butter good, the first being the opener, with new cum-smacker Destiny crawling out her window after dark to meet boyfriend Drifter (side note: "Drifter"? That's the best anyone could come up with?), whom she demands fuck her right there on her porch bench. Well not only does he do that, but he proceeds to pop her anal cherry and blow a profuse jizzwad on her face to boot. Also impossible for us to resist is tiny Mary Kate Ashley (billed here simply as "Kate") taking on the schlong of nude model Trent Tesoro with her tongue and tight little twat - now that's art, baby.