June 29th, 2018 -- by Bacchus
Cleaning Really Sucks
Doing the vacuuming sucks. Right? But it does have its perks, as Brooke Wylde discovers in this Tits Sucked shoot from Pornstar Platinum, [that was formerly, but is no longer] available via Kink.com:
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Now I am not sure this is not a urban myth, but reportedly there was an attachment for the old Hoover vaccuums, some sort of Crevice tool (even my old Kenmore had an attachment by that name) that was shaped so that flappy bits (such as pussy lip) were vibrated strongly in the air flow if said attachment was held near said bits…
Obviously sold as a cheaper alternative to the Hoover spin washer/dryer which my wife enjoyed holding in place when it spun up a little out of balance….
Historically, this sort of activity can (and in some cases HAS), been a good way to get seriously injured. If you have a powerful vacuum cleaner, only use it if you have a carburetor and first set it on the least powerful setting and gradually increase the suction after you know what you’re doing. The sharper thin steel tubes are particularly dangerous…
Worse yet, somewhere I have seen an account of an ambitiously horny young man who was in the habit of masturbating into the natural-rubber suction hose of an old-fashioned very high powered vacuum — think Hoover or Electroluxe in the early days of door-to-door salesmen shortly after electrified homes were a thing. Somehow — and it’s very possible this entire account is an urban legend of the sort passed around at Boy Scout camps at horror story time — he got the idea that there’d be more sucking action if he unshipped the suction hose from the main body of the vacuum and jammed his unit directly into the howling sucking hole there. Apparently he didn’t realize that — at least in those days — the whirling blades of slicing cutting vacuum-inducing air-motivation were closer to the surface of said hole than the length of his pecker, unscreened by any effete modern innovation like a safety screen. Goodbye tip of his penis, hello massive amounts of blood!
Again, possible urban legend, which I have made zero effort to vet.