“Come on, Taylor,” Shania says, tugging on her leash, and the 22-year-old crawls forward and down the ramp onto the dirt. Reaching into the truck bed, she pulls out two leashes and attaches one to each girl’s collar. Shania fiddles with the back panel of the truck bed, unlatching one side before unfolding and extending it, creating a small ramp to the ground. “Bad Carrie! No getting up unless we say!” Making a noise of apology, Carrie bows her head slightly in submission, while Taylor stares straight ahead, waiting patiently. Carrie lets out a muffled yelp and withdraws back on her hands and knees. “No!” Jewel says sharply, reaching over and giving her a smack on the ass.
The girls have ball gags in their mouths and collars around their necks, and two butt plugs stick out of their asses.īoth blondes blink at the sudden brightness and Carrie starts getting to her feet. So saying, she and Jewel pull off the tarp to reveal Taylor Swift and Carrie Underwood, both stark naked and on all fours, their bodies covered with a thin sheen of sweat from the heat underneath the tarp. The hardest part was getting them here like this.” “Actually, both of them pretty much agreed on the spot when they found out the other would be involved,” Shania says, undoing the knots of rope holding the tarp down. “I have to say, I’m surprised you got the two of them to do this.” “Let’s do this, then.” The two women walk over to the truck bed, where something shifts and moves underneath the tarp. In response, the brunette MILF pulls her shirt open, openly flashing her tits with a sunny grin.
“You think?” Jewel replies with a little laugh, her hands coming up to cup her own sizable breasts, jiggling them a bit. “So I’m guessing you two are ready to get started.” “Okay, I get the picture.” Both women crack up. “There were others involved,” Shania adds. “Let’s just say she was there to help me get…comfortable with the idea.” Jewel says coyly The two women exchange a sly glance and laugh. “I’ve heard a lot about you and your…productions.” “Hello!” Jewel’s greeting is as bright as her smile, the blonde folk and country singer dressed in a powder blue tank top (and clearly not wearing a bra, as her nipples poke through the fabric), cut-off denim shorts and black leather boots that come up to mid-calf. The passenger door opens and shuts after a moment, and footsteps in the dirt are heard as someone comes around the front end of the truck. She laughs, her long brown hair blowing slightly in the breeze. “I was talking about the weather,” Shania corrects, though with an impish sparkle in her eyes. “Hot enough for you?” she asks in greeting. She’s dressed in a short-sleeved plaid shirt with the two top and bottom buttons undone (leaving only one strained button to contain her large tits), tight form-fitting blue jeans that hug her hips and ass, and brown leather boots. The Canadian country star looks over and smiles, shutting the truck door behind her. The driver’s side door opens, and she steps out. Pulling to a halt in front of the house, the driver parks it and shuts the engine off. Nearby the farmhouse is a horse stable, with an enclosed area of ground in front of it to serve as a pen. The truck continues on towards a large two-story farmhouse, which looks very modern and well kept. The driver honks once as it passes by, and the person sitting in the passenger seat waves briefly. The truck bed is covered by a large tarp, concealing its contents. The vast stretch of green is broken only by a wide dirt path that turns off from the interstate a few miles away and serves as the only way in and out of the farmstead.Ī blue pickup truck drives up the dirt road, bouncing on the rough, worn ground as it passes through the gate onto the property. Somewhere in the remote countryside lies a privately owned farmstead that spans out about 200 acres and is surrounded by sturdy fencing.
Today, Dirty Movies takes a look at the country music industry, and how some of its veteran performers treat the young upstarts in the business… No one quite knows the full story of how Dirty Movies came into being, nor how their logistics works in terms of fulfilling every one of their client's personal fantasies, but they manage to provide for everyone, and no one has ever been disappointed by their service. Spreading only through word of mouth from actress to actress, starlet to starlet, Dirty Movies is a production company founded solely for one reason: so that the gorgeous young ladies who graced screens and made hit singles could act out their nastiest, raunchiest sexual fantasies on film for their own private collections, to be shared only on the drunkest of nights with others also "in the know". There are three kinds of secrets in Hollywood: the kind that the tabloids and the media know about, the kind that directors, producers, and agents know about, and the kind that only the celebrities themselves know about.