Luca Corso is really making my weekend with these underwater photos of his 19 year old muse wearing MLS Icon apparel. These ought to kickstart your summer, as they have mine.

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Strip Karaoke from May Ling Su on Vimeo.

This is all of the Strip Karaoke (the album) music videos. Including the ones YouTube banned because there was nudity. And the short scenes in between the songs. Did I tell you there was nudity?

I just uploaded a new video to MAYCAM called “Black Dress” – photo above was captured from the video.

I want to thank everyone who bought tickets. It really means a lot to me and inspires me to keep making these sexy videos.

Like most of my videos, “Black Dress” was shot impromptu. I jumped into this Black Dress after I put my wee one to bed. I snuck into Jay’s workshop and made it absolutely impossible for him to work on his project. You should thank Jay for thinking of you and whipping out the video camera as we got going. He’s a very generous man!

I’m going out tonight to meet with some people about a singing gig. I’ll be wearing this black dress for luck. Wish me luck too!

I wrote this song as a tongue in cheek tribute to that most remarkable motherly body part, the mammary twins. I sure do miss having milky mom tits! I’ve always been a little jealous of full figured women. I wish I had big boobs to play with. I don’t even care if they’re mine or someone else’s, as long as they’re natural.

I like her tits
by May Ling Su

Round, soft and milky
Pillows of devotion
Sweet jugs of honey
Suckle my emotion

I like her tits
I like her tits
I like her tits
I like her tits

Come on now,
You ain’t got no excuse
Girl or boy
No matter where you’re from
Boobie feed the whole wide world
So everybody, sing with me

I like her tits
I like her tits

I clutch my kisses
Jiggling like jello
I lick the nips
Perking out like, hello!

I like her tits
I like her tits
I like her tits
I like her tits

More music by May Ling Su at StripKaraoke.com

Playing sport games on Wii is awesome. Wii tries to get gamers off the couch and get their bodies moving. Other games don’t translate well, though, and got us hooking our old Game Cube controllers back up.

Of course it crossed my mind to play Wii naked. That’s an easy leap! Here are a bunch of girls already playing Topless Wii.

Spotted on Fleshbot.

The three of us stripped naked and got into bed. She laid back and let me explore her body. I took the thick pouting lips of her labia into my mouth and sucked, licked, alternately, insistently. I felt Jay’s hands working on my upturned butt as I worked on her. She hardly made a sound. She looked bored again.

Maybe a little bit of dress-up would liven up the menage a trois, I thought. Jay stepped out, and I opened my closet, trying on various pieces on her. Her breasts overflowed out of my tightly hugging clothes. I managed to find a sundress I bought that was two sizes too big on me. She looked beautiful. We ran out to the garden to take more photos before the sun left us for the day.

We took photos well into the night, getting her in and out of clothing pieces, raiding the refrigerator for some fruit to serve as props, finding little nooks in the house to construe a scene. The whole time she was compliant, but did not add any spark of sexual energy. We were going through the motions, but I did not feel the connection. I wished there was some kind of spontaneous naughtiness, some giddy mischief, to elevate the moment.

She was in our bed before Jay and I were. Jay was still putting lights and equipment away when I crawled into bed with her. I was slightly annoyed with her lack of personality. She was wearing a tight shirt and panties, and more perfume than I was willing to sleep with. I squeezed her big breasts, enjoyed their soft fullness in my hands. She was still quiet. I pulled her shirt up over her tits. The tightness of the shirt against her collarbone made her tits bulge out even more. I pinched her nipples. Still not a sound. My fingers gripped her nipples tighter, tighter. I wanted to her moan, to stop me, anything but the silence.

Jay discovered us in bed. He pulled her panties off and went down on her. I kept playing with her breasts, squeezing them together, licking her, nibbling a little. Her nipples were hard little nubs. With just a little persistence, we got her to arch her back and let out a little whimper. Ah, finally! She’s alive!

Jay later told me that after her orgasm, she squeezed her thighs really tight together, making it obvious to him that any more play was unwelcome. She went to sleep, and left me and Jay to ourselves.

The next day we took her shopping. When we got back home, she dressed in her new clothes, and she and I went out to shoot some more. This time we went to the park. She livened up in front of the camera, teasing, flashing, every bit the flirt I wished she was in real life.

I realized she was making it clear that she was not in the least interested in me or Jay. She just wanted her picture taken, that’s all. I fell for the biggest scam in the world. I should have known. I’ve been in front of that camera. I should know the power it has on the model, this need to look beautiful, to preserve our life and youth into light captures, for eternity. It has nothing to do with the photographer. A photographer is only an extension of the camera, just a finger to press the shutter, merely an eye to focus and compose the shot. Having been both behind and in front of the camera, I realized that objectification happens both ways. We need to objectify to make art. Love, or friendship, has nothing to do with it.

This is how I know I’m not cut out for this industry. I can’t be “professional” about something so intimate. I have to like the person I’m intimate with. I have to share a laugh with them, get to know them, hang out and banter with them, and I don’t want the fun to stop when the cameras stop rolling.

I learned that when we went back home to shoot a video. We carried on as planned, going through the motions. I tried to liven up the atmosphere with a positive attitude. Though her quiet demeanor did not get in the way of her delivering beautiful photos, it became a problem on video. We stopped. She called a boyfriend on the phone. He picked her up. I never saw her again.

She called me once after that. She said she had gotten pregnant, was planning on getting an abortion, and could she come over after her abortion for another shoot? I told her she was welcome in our home. I never heard from her again.

I’ve been entertaining myself with hentai anime, wishing I had a pet monster with phallus-shaped tentacles. I wouldn’t want to tame him… I’d like him to go wild and throw everything we own on the floor. Then tear all my clothes off, squeeze my parts, milk me and shove his tentacles into all of my sockets. Naughty monster!

I’m not desperate yet, just a really horny housewife with no one to play with but myself. I decided to do some milking of my own.

Milky May WMV