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Moose translates into a boring journey, and here at
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Drew Rosenfeld
Movers & Shakers issue.
SENIOR EDITOR “Son of a Sinner” singer Jelly Roll has disrupted the country
Victor Gonzalez scene. The onetime rapper became a stunning success after
PHOTO EDITOR switching genres and steadily building an online audience.
Sam Phillips But the tattooed renegade’s soulful hits have established him
as one of Nashville’s greats. Turn to page 18 to read more
PHOTO RETOUCHER about his inspiring story—and his romance with fellow rebel
Christi B.
Bunnie XO.
DESIGN EDITOR Angela Sommers joined the Penthouse family as May 2012’s
Geraldo Acuña Pet of the Month, and the gorgeous gal reigned as 2013’s Pet
of the Year Runner-Up. We’re catching up with this mistress
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of reinvention about her careers past and present—and her
Patrick Gray / Kabik Photo Group, exciting plans for the future (page 20).
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Cherie Noel (page 48). The hazel-eyed hottie explored the
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Nightlife impresario Victor Drai has transformed the Las
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8 / CYBER CUTIE
Adela Gilbert

18 / MUSIC
Jelly Roll proves he’s country to the core

20 / PAST & PRESENT

Catching up with Penthouse Pet Angela Sommers

28 / FEATURE
Nightlife kings Victor and Dustin Drai

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OLD brunette Adela Gilbert is a natural in

B front of the camera, which made her the

perfect selection for this issue’s Cyber
Cutie. The Russian-born camgirl has a lust
for life, and her passion comes through
in her sizzling online shows and her sensual
photographs.
With her long legs and smoldering brown eyes,
Adela is absolutely enthralling. The talented
stunner can bring on the drama just as easily as
she can portray the captivating coquette, and
there’s no limit to the roles she can play.
Ambitious Adela has designs on visiting every
country across the globe in her quest to live life to
the fullest. But even when this babe is on her home
turf, she’s equally happy to explore the world of
pleasure.
The dynamic performer confides she fantasizes
“a lot” and isn’t afraid to let her imagination
guide her, and we must admit we’d let her lead us
anywhere!

What are some of your hobbies?

I love to read detective stories and novels. I also like
to draw, sew and play chess.

What qualities do you appreciate in other people?

I value honesty, support and loyalty in friends and
lovers. But when it comes to a romantic partner, I can
easily fall for someone with great charisma.

If you could have any job, what would you choose?

It would be really cool to be the president of a coun-
try. Sure, it’s a lot of responsibility, but I think I could
do a lot of good.

What was the most daring place you’ve ever had sex?
That would have to be the fitting room of a clothing
store. I pretended I was slipping into clothes when
my boyfriend was slipping into me!

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JELLY ROLL’S
SWEET SUCCESS
THE COUNTRY REBEL HAS TAKEN NASHVILLE BY STORM WITH HIS SOULFUL VOICE
AND HEARTFELT HITS—AND PROUD WIFE BUNNIE XO BY HIS SIDE

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ASHVILLE native Jelly Roll has lived “I was joking with someone the other day, a straight-shooter like her husband, who
a life like a country song. With a face and they said, ‘You dress like someone who’s doesn’t shy away from her past as a high-end
full of tattoos—and more than a few been exposed to four different things,’” Jelly escort and has also undergone a positive
extra pounds—the 38-year-old singer/ Roll says. “And I am—my sister listened to transformation herself. The business-smart
songwriter doesn’t look like artists who The Offspring and Sublime and Chris Cornell. beauty, 42, now runs her own entertainment
typically play the Grand Ole Opry. However, My brother played Tupac and Too $hort, and empire, which includes her Dumb Blonde
the talented underdog did just that in 2021— [my mother] played outlaw country. To this podcast. She jokingly refers to herself as the
but his road to the famed stage was a rocky day, I dress like a rocker, wear jewelry and “degenerate love child of Dolly Parton and Dr.
one. a hat like a rapper, and boots like a country Ruth” and “the trailer park Barbara Walters.”
Jelly Roll, whose real name is Jason DeFord, guy.” On the pair’s wedding anniversary in 2022,
has been up-front about his past—and his Jelly Roll is also clearly a man who’s never Jelly Roll gushed about his gal: “She truly
demons, including struggles with anxiety and forgotten his roots. When the bighearted changed the lens in which I see life through.
addiction. During his teens and early 20s, he star sold out his first headlining show at These last six years have been a testament of
was in and out of jail following arrests for Nashville’s Bridgestone Arena, he didn’t the growth two rebels can make when they
armed robbery and drug possession with just rock the house for the hometown bring the best out of each other and push
intent to distribute. crowd. He also committed about $250,000 each other to the next level.”
“In the beginning, I did a lot of drugs. I from its ticket sales to initiatives aiding Jelly Roll also praised his spouse for
drank a lot of codeine, a lot of cough syrup,” the city’s incarcerated and underserved “standing by me when the monsters attacked
he admits. “I took a lot of Xanax, did a lot of youth—including a recording studio to help and fighting the demons with me”—and for
cocaine, just really took it overboard.” kids learn a trade inside Davidson County being a devoted mom to 14-year-old Bailee
Jelly Roll has since turned his life around— Juvenile Detention Center, where Jelly Roll Ann, his daughter who was born to an ex
big-time. He’s also mined his personal pain once did time himself. while he was behind bars.
and told his story of evolution and heartache “Nashville is a town that people come and For her part, Bunnie credits her hubby with
via music on 2021’s Ballads of the Broken. The take from,” he explains. “They come, and helping her refocus her vision and become
record includes the breakout hit “Son of a they party. They make the best memory of the “best version” of herself. But she’s also
Sinner,” which reached No. 1 on the Billboard their life right here on Broadway. They come, Jelly Roll’s biggest supporter and calls him
Country Radio and Country Aircheck charts and they chase their dreams. They join the a “game-changer,” who’s blazing the trail
and earned him three 2023 CMT Music medical field. They become big musicians for the have-nots—and the duo has quickly
Awards for Male Video of the Year, Male in the music industry and make millions of become one of country’s most dynamic
Breakthrough Video of the Year, and Digital- dollars. But they never give back.” couples.
First Performance of the Year. He adds, “As a local kid, I felt like it was “Somebody asked me what’s the secret
While the self-reflective record brought him important to start addressing the problem to our marriage,” says Jelly Roll. “I didn’t
phenomenal fame, its evocative power speaks hands-on, at a community level.” even have to think about [it]. It’s simple—
to fans—and proves he’s country to the core. The compassionate crooner is also giving we are comfortable having uncomfortable
“This album is the truth. It’s my truth. I put second chances to ex-cons who’ve paid their conversations, we prioritize communication,
my blood, sweat and tears into this, and I debts to society with his Rolling with Jelly we have learned to laugh at the small shit—
hope y’all can hear my heart,” he says. “Pain is Food Truck. and above everything we don’t take anything
an international language—everybody shares “Our mission statement was: We only hire too seriously.”
it to some degree. Being out on the road and second-chance guys,” he says. “Every other What’s next for Jelly Roll? In addition to
meeting fans, I’ve learned that the more open place in the world is like, ‘If you got a felony, his new album Whitsitt Chapel—his full-
you are in talking about it, the more people you can’t work here.’ We’re only hiring felons. length country debut, which includes the fan
can relate to it.” They run the food truck and come out on tour favorite anthem “Save Me” as a duet with
Jelly Roll first tried his musical hand at with us some nights.” Wilson—he also plans to soon release rock
hip-hop, selling his own mixtapes out of the Amid Jelly Roll’s personal epiphanies and rap records. In addition, he’s slated to
trunk of his car. His genre-bending career has and meteoric rise, he’s had a constant kick off his 44-city Backroad Baptism Tour
encapsulated rap, rock and country, and as it’s companion—his beautiful wife, Bunnie on July 28—but even if he wasn’t on the road,
progressed, he’s developed his own unique DeFord. He first met the stunning it’s clear Jelly Roll is going places.
sound. It’s that sound—and his skills as a smokeshow after one of his early Las Vegas
storyteller—which helped him build an online gigs and credits her with changing his life in To learn more about Jelly Roll’s music—and his
audience and grab the attention of music “every way possible” since they got hitched current concert schedule—visit jellyroll615.com,
industry superstars—including singers Willie in 2016. and to keep up with Bunnie XO, check her out on
Nelson, Craig Morgan and Lainey Wilson. Mrs. DeFord—also known as Bunnie XO—is Instagram @xomgitsbunnie.
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SIZZLING SOMMERS
PENTHOUSE PET ANGELA SOMMERS IS HOTTER THAN EVER!

S
TUNNING Angela Sommers
first graced the pages of
our magazine as May 2012’s
Penthouse Pet and reigned as
2013’s Pet of the Year Runner-
Up—and in the years that have passed since
then, she’s only grown more gorgeous!
These days, Angela has a jam-packed
schedule as she juggles work as a model,
content creator and feature entertainer and
attends nursing school. But the busy beauty
took the time to chat with Penthouse about
her past and present—and her promising
future.
Angela has shot plenty of solo pictorials
and girl/girl content—including her
Penthouse movies with fellow Pets Layla Sin
and Emily Addison—and explored the fetish
industry, posing for photos and performing
in videos related to bondage, superheroine
cosplay, wrestling and more.
Though the native New Yorker scaled
back her mainstream adult video work,
she continued shooting glamorous fetish
content, and the in-demand dancer ramped
up her schedule as a feature entertainer at
gentlemen’s clubs. She says of her full-
blown featuring days, “I did it for years
and enjoyed myself.” She adds, “I still
do—but I slowed down about three
years ago to start college.”
Angela pursued her studies
part-time while continuing
to work, but since
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her primary focus.
“I’ve just been really grateful that
my fans have not completely left
me as I’ve slowed down because of
school,” she says. “When I started
posting about it, people were like,
‘Are you leaving the industry?’ But I
made it clear I wasn’t.”
Angela adds, “The clubs have been
so kind, too. So many great clubs
are like, ‘Don’t worry about it. We
don’t mind. We’ll work around your
school schedule.’ A lot of people did
that for me, and I’m thankful.”
She still hits the road when
her schooling allows, such as the
summer break between semesters,
and regularly shares her club
schedule on her Instagram account
@officialangelasommers.
The showstopper enjoys how
featuring allows her to express
her creative side by crafting her
own costumes and mixing her
own music, but reveals she’s also
drawn to it because, “I feel like I’m
a natural performer. That’s just in
my blood.”
She shares, “I was a belly dancer
recreationally for a couple of years.
I love body movement, I love dance,
and I love performance. It makes
me very, very happy. I feel very
natural onstage. I just like making
people feel something. Whether I’m
making them smile, making them
happy or making them turned on.”
The devoted student, who’s
recently begun her clinical
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pleasure to create
photos and videos.
I like creating
erotic art.”

nursing degree by 2025.

“I really enjoy working at the hospital,”
she says. “It’s very difficult, but that’s
because I’m new. I’m sure I’ll get used
to it, and it’ll get easier. But I do like
working with people. I get gratification
from working with people who are sick,
so I think that’s where I belong.”
Even so, Angela doesn’t see herself
leaving behind feature dancing or her
own online content creation any time
soon.
“If people still want to see you, then
why would you stop?” she reasons.
Angela says she most enjoys shooting
damsel-in-distress bondage and
cheesecake-style pinup content—
featuring very high pointed heels,
corsets, leather and brightly colored
clothing.
She recalls her Pet of the Year Runner-
Up shoot was “absolutely beautiful.”
She remembers, “It was like a
Hollywood movie theater kind of thing
with popcorn and the old camera roll. It
was a really cool, old glamour Hollywood
style, which I really enjoyed. They really
went all out. It was really nice.”
When it comes to making her own
imagery versus shooting with someone
else, Angela says she appreciates being
able to put her own personal mark on the
entire process.
“It’s nice having creative control. I can
shoot whatever I want and how I want
it. And I can edit it the way I want and
produce an image that I feel suits me
best and portrays me the best way,” she
says.
“I’m kind of a one-stop shop. I do
everything myself. I shoot it. I edit it.
I love doing that. I love making my
costumes, too. It just gives me pleasure
to create both photos and videos. I like
creating erotic art.”

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NIGHTCLUB IMPRESARIO VICTOR DRAI HAS TRANSFORMED
SIN CITY ENTERTAINMENT, AND SAVVY SON DUSTIN IS
HONORING HIS FATHER’S DYNASTY, WHILE STEERING IT
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hile thinking about his 25-plus years in the Las Vegas

nightclub industry, Victor Drai can’t help but smile.
“It has been a dream, and it’s been a lot of fun,” he
says.
After a multi-decade career in fashion and
entertainment—and producing films like cult classics
Weekend at Bernie’s and The Woman in Red—he opened Drai’s Restaurant in the
early ’90s in Beverly Hills. In 1997, on the cusp of his 50th birthday, he brought
that magic to Las Vegas and ushered in an entirely new chapter of the city’s
history in the most unlikely place—a former McDonald’s in the Barbary Coast.
“I was approached about opening a restaurant in Las Vegas. I came in for a
fight, and I went to check out the space,” Victor recalls. “When I’m walking
through the casino, I can smell the French fries, and then I had to take an
escalator down to a McDonald’s.”
Unfazed by the current tenant, he saw incredible potential.
“Everybody thought I was totally crazy. Barbary Coast was the worst hotel on
the Strip. We replaced a McDonald’s with a very high-end restaurant, and people
thought I had totally lost my mind,” he says. “It was one of the most successful
McDonald’s in the world, but they wanted to change the image of the hotel. They
paid them a half-million dollars to leave. The rest is history.”
In 1999, Drai’s evolved into Drai’s After Hours. It changed the game—and not
only as one of the first nightclubs in a casino. The revolutionary venue brought
house music and bottle service, and for legions of discerning Vegas visitors, it
has also delivered incredible memories. While continuing to operate his own
successful establishment, Victor then opened Tryst and XS at Wynn Las Vegas as
co-owner.
Throughout these years, Victor’s son, Dustin, has always been by his side.
“We are very close. I separated from his mom when he was very young, so he
spent half of his time with me,” Victor says.
Growing up the son of Victor Drai was as glamorous as it sounds but also kind
of normal.
“In my mind, he was a regular dad, but he was over the top. I grew up in L.A.,
but from the age of five years old—when my dad first opened Drai’s in Vegas—I
was coming out all the time,” Dustin says. “We would go to the Orleans and see
movies, and I remember the pirate show at Treasure Island. It never really kind
of had that, ‘Oh wow, this is Vegas’ effect. It was just like, ‘Oh, that’s where dad
works.’ I would go to Drai’s restaurant, and I’d sit there with the hostess, pick
up the phone and take reservations. My dad never looked at me as a kid. He was
always bringing me along and looking to me for input. And he was so proud to
have me as a son. Even if he had a day full of meetings from 10 in the morning
until 10 at night, I was there with him. He made sure that when I was around, I
was his main focus.”
Dustin moved to Dallas to attend Southern Methodist University (SMU) in Vegas.”
2012—the same year Victor signed the deal to operate a new club atop The When Dustin arrived for his first day
Cromwell, which was taking the place of Bill’s Gamblin’ Hall & Saloon—the of work at Drai’s Beachclub Nightclub,
Barbary Coast’s replacement. On breaks from college, Dustin kept up with its he began his crash course training. That
progress. summer, he worked every job possible
With the opening of The Cromwell, Drai’s went from the basement to the at the business.
crown jewel with the 70,000-square-foot Drai’s Beachclub Nightclub, which is 11 “I was learning the ins and outs of
stories above the Las Vegas Strip. everything, how to open and how to
Discussing his May 2016 graduation from SMU, Dustin explains, “My dad left close the venue, how to do the reports,
school when he was in eighth grade, so graduating college was a big thing in my how to run the point of sale system, all
family. I was the first one to graduate college—and within two days, I was out in of that,” he says.

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While Dustin was getting his feet wet, Victor took notice of a bigger paradigm shift
within the industry. He always believed the club should be the star of the night, but the
tremendous new space was becoming difficult to fill on looks alone. Drai’s competitors
up and down the boulevard were spending top dollar on DJs—something Victor was
reluctant to do.
“You have to evaluate, and you have to move with the times and with what’s going on.
In my career, I’ve moved from fashion to movies to nightclubs. I was used to paying my
DJ $500 and they stay in the back of the room, and I tell him what to play,” Victor says.
“This all changed.”
It was then that the king of “After Hours” house turned to hip-hop. For a businessman
who says he doesn’t like to look forward or backward, Victor has done a pretty good job
of predicting the trends.
The idea came up to book full-length concerts from hip-hop stars with the production
value to match. “Make a real show,” Victor says.
Dustin shares, “The first live residency was The Weeknd back in 2015. We built a
venue that is great for concerts without knowing it. You’re able to watch your favorite
artists in this intimate nightclub setting, while still getting the full production of a
concert. It just got better, and it evolved over, you know, eight years into what we do
today.”
Drai’s Beachclub Nightclub transformed into a live concert destination for today’s
biggest hip-hop and R&B stars. At a pivotal time in 2019, Dustin took on the role of
vice president of marketing and entertainment for Drai’s Group, learning the entire
universe of how to book and liaise with artists, as well handle as contracts, negotiations
and deals.
Throughout this summer, Drai’s will host Meek Mill, Wiz Khalifa, Rick Ross, Big Sean,
Lil Baby, Ne-Yo, 2 Chainz and more as resident artists.
Dustin, along with Brian Affronti and Philip Loomis, work as a team to run all Drai’s
Group venues.
Victor created the places where we all want to party, but he also created an industry.
He has worked with many of the same people for years, and they, too, have become
family. Affronti has been part of the Drai’s team for more than 15 years, dating back to
Tryst at Wynn, and has known Dustin for more than half his life.
“Brian has watched me grow up, and now we are partners, running this business,”
says Dustin, who adds Victor isn’t retiring anytime soon! Big Sean a
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and I, as business partners, have blossomed into a symbiotic relationship where he
trusts me enough to run the day-to-day operations,” Dustin says.
“He was telling someone the other day, ‘I get bored, I show up to the office and Dustin’s
taken over my office, and he has all these meetings, and I’m just kind of sitting there like,
“OK, well, things are running smoothly.” And there’s not really much for me to do.’
“He’s involved in every major decision and all the big picture things, and we talk every
single day. But when it comes to all the minute details of running the actual business
and the day-to-day operations, he tells people, ‘I’m no longer Victor Drai. I’m Dustin’s
dad.’ Where we’re at now, I feel like is the most that he’ll ever retire. He’s able to enjoy
his life the way he wants to enjoy it and not have to really stress, but still he enjoys
working.”
Victor says, “Dustin knows me so well, better than anybody in the world. Better than
myself almost. He knows when I am mad; he knows when I am good. He knows what
my reaction will be. So that helped in a huge way to work together because he knows
how I will react. Maybe I’m not going to be happy with it, or I’m not going to agree with
him. He’ll approach me in a different way than anybody else. Many times he’s right, and
I’m wrong.”
When the decisions get tough, Victor imparts some simple advice: “I say go for it, and
see what happens. All my life, I’ve only worked on my instinct and my belief. If you do
something from your heart and you fail, you’re OK with it. It’s not a big deal. You learn
from it, and you move on.”
Dustin says, “It means that I have to work harder than everybody else. And I have to
put in more time and more effort. And the biggest thing that I always told myself is that
I don’t want anybody to think: That’s Victor’s son. I want people to think: That’s Dustin
Drai. He works hard.
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“The best business advice my dad has the venue, the timing,” Dustin says. “In
given me is never be content, always Vegas, we still have to run three venues.

“YOU HAVE TO
continue to try and to continue to I’m super eager to expand—almost to
improve. So if something’s successful, the point where I’ll take a bad deal just
how can you make it better? What EVALUATE, AND because I want to expand. That’s kind of
changes need to be made? And don’t be
YOU HAVE where the relationship between my dad

TO MOVE WITH
afraid to make them. and I is really helpful. He says, ‘No, that
“My dad has lived many lives. He was is a shitty deal. Don’t take that deal. We’ll
always reinventing himself over and over THE TIMES AND find another one.’
and was never afraid to take risks within
his life to improve.”
WITH WHAT’S “The right deal will come eventually.
The brand is our name. I think there’s
What’s next for Drai’s? After almost GOING ON," a bright future for it outside of Vegas.
a decade, the father and son are SAYS We’re continuing to improve in our city,

VICTOR DRAI.
entertaining the idea of expanding into and we’re so confident in the brand that
other markets. we know it could be successful globally.
“I think for us, everything needs to be We are excited to see what the future
right—the deal, the city, the partnership, holds for the Drai’s name.”

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BUZZ
WORTHY

HIEN HONEY BEE

PHOTO G R A PH ER
J A C O B D I S TA S IO / @C HUM _ P H O T O S

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F
REE-SPIRITED Hien Honey Bee has created plenty
of buzz! This issue’s intriguing Social Premier has
hundreds of thousands of online followers, and even
without her many gorgeous tattoos, this fit and
fabulous woman would be a work of art. The worldly
beauty is Canadian-born but 100 percent Vietnamese and is
fond of traveling to international destinations.
Bubbly Hien is just five feet tall, but she has a big
personality—and isn’t afraid to take chances. She tells
Penthouse, “I once joined a gym to compete in bikini fitness.
I had never worked out before. To my surprise, I did well. I
was the Canadian bikini champion for 2014 and 2015. My last
show was in 2015, when I represented Team Canada. I won
my class, making me an international-level bikini champion
and competitor. To this day, I still have stage fright, so that
was a daring experience for me!”
Read on to learn more about Hien Honey Bee—and discover
why we’re so sweet on her!

FAST FACTS
• Languages spoken: Vietnamese and English
• Pet peeve: “When people say they’ll do something, but do
not keep to their word.”
• Favorite food and drinks: “Vietnamese food, bubble tea,
spicy margaritas and espresso martinis.”
• When she’s happiest: “I am the happiest at mealtime.
I just love to eat.”
• What she collects: Tattoos, shoes and purses.
• Hidden skill: “I can eat a lot, and I can out-eat most
grown men.”
• Ideal vacation spot: Saint Martin

AGE: 32
HEIGHT: 5’0”
MEASUREMENTS: 32DDD-23-36
HOMETOWN: Toronto, Canada
TWITTER: @iamhienhoneybee
INSTAGRAM: @iamhienhoneybee

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SEAS
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IZZLING Cherie Noel is the candid Cherie confides. which is perfect for taking a dip in the
ultimate summer babe— The jet-setter spent a few days ocean.”
and the stunning blonde wandering the costal destination’s Old The hazel-eyed hottie also visited La
tells Penthouse she loves to Town. Scogliera, a beach club near the coast.
spend the season around “I visited the Dior Cafe for lunch and “It’s the perfect place to rent a chair,
the Mediterranean, enjoying finished my last evening in Saint-Tropez at sunbathe and enjoy the relaxing view
the area’s wonderful weather and warm one of my favorite restaurants, L’Opéra,” with a few drinks,” says Cherie. “I spent
waters. And our August 2021 Pet of the she shares. my last day in Italy driving back to Rome
Month did exactly that last July. She Next, Cherie flew to Italy, landing in and exploring the city before heading to
explored the South of France, traveled Rome and driving a few hours south to Greece.”
down the coast of Italy and soaked up the Naples, where she briefly stopped for The avid traveler’s final destination
sun and nightlife in Greece. Sorbillo Esterina’s famous calzone. Then was Mykonos, where she enjoyed the
This issue, we’re catching up with she continued on to Positano, a cliffside Greek island’s member-only Soho House
Cherie and hearing all about her European village on the country’s Amalfi Coast, location.
adventure. which overlooks the turquoise waters of “I’m not a member, but I was lucky
“France has many amazing beaches, and the Mediterranean Sea. enough to travel with someone who is. I
Saint-Tropez is one of my favorites,” says “To me, Positano is one of the most have to say Mykonos is the best one I’ve
the native of New York state. romantic places to visit,” she sighs. “My visited. It’s also within walking distance of
“I started my trip by taking a boat out first day was spent out on the water, taking Scorpios. The food there was my favorite
around the coast of the South of France.” a boat around the island of Capri. It’s a on the island—with Interni Resturant
The next day, Cherie visited the famed beautiful island right by Positano, and coming in a close second,” says Cherie.
beach club Bagatelle. it’s known for its scenic rock formations. “Besides the food, it has the best beach
“There you can relax at the beach or When sailing through the archway of the to lounge on during the day, and at night
join the day party for lunch, where food one called Faraglioni de Mezzo, you’re it becomes one of the best places to party.
is served before the evening’s party supposed to make a wish and share a kiss It’s definitely a spot you need to visit no
gets underway. There’s table-dancing, with your sweetheart for luck. matter the time of day.”
champagne showers and a bottle service “The next few days, I spent my time at
show. It’s like no other place I’ve been,” the beach. Positano has a beautiful cove, INSTAGRAM: @cherienoel

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MIA VENTURA
PHOTOGR APHER
GER ALD DE BEHR

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– MIA VENTURA

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M
ESMERIZING Mia Ventura worked as a flight attendant for an
international airline and was a first-class stewardess before her
modeling career took off—but now the sky’s the limit for our 3*7
Pet of the Month!
The charismatic cutie no longer makes her living in the air, but she
still loves to travel. The busty brunette admits she’s happiest when she’s trying
new things and creating special memories in interesting locales. Mia has gone
skydiving in Cancun and had sex on the rooftop of a hotel in Mexico. However, her
favorite vacation spots are Bora Bora and the Maldives, though she also has her
sights set on one day visiting Japan and Australia. But no matter where she lands,
this beauty is sure to find herself surrounded by adoring fans.
Describe your ideal partner.
Someone with a good sense of humor, who’s also smart, motivated and fit.

What are the sexiest qualities a person can possess?

A good personality and a ravenous sexual appetite.
What do you like most about yourself?
My authenticity, my curiosity and my mental fortitude.

What do you like to do in your spare time?

I enjoy going to the beach and working on my tan. I also like roller-skating,
skiing, ice-skating, dancing and hanging out with friends.
Who is your celebrity crush?
Megan Fox.

What’s your hidden talent?

I have a beautiful voice, and I know how to sing.

How do you get ready for a nude photo shoot?

I take a long, hot shower and put on my nicest perfume—because that’s the
only thing I’ll be wearing!

What gets you in trouble?

My mouth—especially when I don’t have a sexual filter on.
AGE: 25
HEIGHT: 5’7”
MEASUREMENTS: 36DD-25-34
HOME COUNTRY: Israel
INSTAGRAM: @therealmia55
WEBSITE: @Mia-Ventura.com

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 WARRIOR WIRE

OUR NATION’S WORLD WAR II HEROES ARE RAPIDLY

VANISHING—BUT AMERICAN VETERANS CENTER IS MAKING SURE
THEIR STORIES DON’T DIE WITH THEM

C
HAOS, smoke and fire turned an island paradise into hell on Earth when
hundreds of aircraft from the Imperial Japanese Navy rained bombs down
on the United States Naval base at Pearl Harbor in Oahu, Hawaii, on
Dec. 7, 1941. Enemy soldiers targeted hangars and parked aircraft on the
territory’s airfields and launched torpedoes against warships moored in
the harbor.
During the first five minutes of the relentless assault, four battleships were hit—
including the USS Oklahoma and the USS Arizona. A 1,760-pound bomb hit the Arizona’s
gunpowder stores—and when it exploded, so did the doomed ship. The blast was so
intense it briefly lifted the craft out of the water and gutted the forward decks. A massive
fireball blew upward and engulfed its damaged masts. The bow was split from the rest
of the cratered hull. Within nine minutes, the once grand ship began to slowly sink
and would ultimately entomb more than 900 of its crew. In total, the Arizona lost 1,177
sailors—accounting for nearly half of the American casualties during the sneak attack,
which devastated the U.S. Pacific fleet and dragged the formerly neutral nation into World
War II.
Just 334 servicemembers assigned to the Arizona survived—including 20-year-old U.S.
Navy coxswain Howard “Ken” Potts. He was working as a crane operator and tasked with
shuttling supplies to the battleship—but he was ashore when the Japanese began their
assault. After racing to the scene, Potts helped rescue injured men from the oily harbor,
which was ablaze, and later recovered some of the dead from their watery graves.
But Potts, like so many of his fellow heroes from the Greatest Generation, recently
passed away—breathing his last in April, six days after his 102nd birthday. His death leaves
only one remaining survivor from the Arizona: 101-year-old Lou Conter.
The fact that America’s WWII veterans are fading fast is no surprise. After all, the
U.S. entered the war more than 80 years ago, which means the men and women who
fought and won the historic conflict are now in their 90s—or older. According to U.S.
Department of Veterans Affairs statistics, in 2022 only 167,284 of the 16 million Americans
CREDIT: SHUTTERSTOCK

who served in WWII were still alive—and their numbers are dwindling daily. As these
aging veterans disappear, their memories of the war’s triumphs and terrors threaten to
vanish with them. But the American Veterans Center (AVC) is honoring their sacrifices,
documenting their stories and preserving their legacy for future generations.
In 2020, Potts shared his memories with AVC.
“When I got back to Pearl Harbor, the whole harbor was afire. Oil that leaked out [from

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the damaged battleships] caught on fire submitted by former military members pilot on Apollo 17. Duke and Schmitt are
and was burning,” he recalled. themselves or by their families—can be two of the four still living men to have
Potts took a boat back to the Arizona and found at the Home of the Brave section of walked on the moon, with Schmitt having
said he and others “picked people out of americanveteranscenter.org. been the very last to set foot on its surface.
the water on the way” toward the flaming In addition, AVC provides all of its video Podcasts, magazines and more also
vessel. and audio interviews to the Library of reflect the AVC’s dedication to honoring
He said when the onboard ammunitions Congress’ Veterans History Project for our country’s servicemembers.
exploded, that “basically blew the ship in use by researchers. The organization also The USS Arizona Memorial was formally
half ” and “that’s when it started to sink.” produces a variety of multimedia content, dedicated on May 30, 1962. The museum
Potts revealed, “That’s when they got including documentaries and television and monument is accessible only by
on the loudspeaker and said to abandon specials, such as American Valor: A Salute boat and straddles the sunken hull of
ship.” to Our Heroes. AVC has called the Emmy- the battleship without touching it. Over
In the days following the attack, young winning franchise an annual Veterans Day 40 late survivors chose to have their
Potts joined a diving crew to recover television tradition, which recounts the ashes interred at the site to join their
whatever corpses could be reached from legends and heroes of the last 75 years of fallen brothers. The urns of the deceased
the wreckage of the Arizona, which sank American military history. were placed by divers in the well of the
entirely by Dec. 10, 1941. He called it “the AVC is also behind our nation’s largest submerged barbette on gun turret No.
worst job I ever had.” Memorial Day event in Washington, D.C., 4. More than 2 million people visit the
He also confessed, “Even after I got out a parade which draws an astounding location annually. The physical monument
of the Navy, out in the open, and heard a 300,000 in-person spectators. This to the Arizona’s crew will remain for
siren, I’d shake.” year as NASA prepares to return to the generations—but AVC is ensuring the
Potts is just one of thousands of former moon after more than five decades, the memories of our WWII vets will also
veterans—from WWII and beyond—whose parade enlisted three former American stand as a fitting tribute to their personal
stories have been documented by AVC astronauts—and veterans—as grand accomplishments and sacrifices.
since it was founded in 1995. Dramatic oral marshals: Russell “Rusty” Schweickart,
histories telling the real-life tales of horror lunar module pilot on Apollo 9, Charlie To learn more about American Veterans Center—and
and heroism are available on the nonprofit’s Duke, lunar module pilot on Apollo 16, and the stories of past military heroes of all generations—
YouTube channel, and written stories— Harrison “Jack” Schmitt, lunar module visit www.americanveteranscenter.org.

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NICOLLE SNOW

PHOTOGR APHER
GER ALD DE BEHR

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B
EAUTIFUL blonde Nicolle Snow can melt the coldest of hearts
with just one look. The gorgeous go-getter actually reached out
herself to inquire about modeling for the magazine, and we couldn’t
be more thrilled to introduce her as our August Pet of the Month.
“I love how Penthouse has captured and showcased the female
body so beautifully,” she shares. “I wanted to have the honor of joining the
Penthouse family and creating art with them.”
Sporty Nicolle has been a gymnast, a cheerleader and a competitive
swimmer, but these days she relies on hiking, yoga and gym workouts to
hone her hot bod. But one look at her stunning figure definitely makes our
hearts race!

What are your biggest turn-ons and turn-offs?

My turn-ons are good personal hygiene, a sense of humor and a kind
heart. But when a person is boastful, insecure or judgmental, that’s a
huge turn-off!
What are your favorite sports?
I love going to hockey, football, basketball and baseball games.

If you could only eat one meal for the rest of your life, what would it be?
Oh, I couldn’t do that. I get INTENSE cravings, and I love food too
much!
Describe your ideal date.
It would start off with an active adventure like taking out quads,
hiking, horseback riding, jet skiing—or anything like that! I would
love a picnic afterward, or if you want to see me get dressed up, we
could go out for a nice dinner. I’m the type of person who is down for
pretty much anything. I just want us to get lost in each other.
What is your favorite way to relax?
Being massaged—everywhere!
Do you have a nickname?
The Squirt Queen.
AGE: 24
HEIGHT: 5’3”
MEASUREMENTS: 32DD-22-31
HOME STATE: New Mexico
TWITTER: @Nicolle.Snow
WEBSITE: www.nicollesnow.com

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STRIKING A CHORD with lust. She must have sensed me past the point of no return, while her
SHE was in my arms, this beautiful watching her because she turned, looked body thrashed wildly. Beyond the tent,
woman, as music pounded in the night. right at me and grinned. Damn, she was the band was gearing up for its grand
My senses were insanely heightened. pretty! I took a tentative step toward finale.
I distinctly felt a line of sweat between her, but she shook her head and nodded She cried out with orgasmic ecstasy,
my shoulder blades, sticking my concert toward the back of the crowd. I followed just as my jizz started flying. It spurted
T-shirt to my back. I smelled the coconut her as she moved in that direction. I out in eruptions of pure pleasure, every
shampoo perfuming her hair. I thought wondered if she was at the event with spew like a grand triumph of physical
I somehow heard the chirp of crickets someone. bliss.
through the din of the band as they When she reached a clear patch of “Thank you, good night!” the lead
played what was probably going to be ground, she sized me up. I liked the feel singer howled into the mic as the clamor
their final encore. of her gaze on me. But I liked it even of the music finally ended.
But mostly I was keenly aware of the better when she smiled with approval, She stepped back, tugging down her
hot thrill working within me, and the took my hand and led me around behind skirt, and I fumbled with my jeans. My
answering excitement from this female the concession tent. There were no spunk had striped the back of her hand.
body writhing against mine. introductions, no words at all, in fact—not She raised it to her mouth and locked
My mouth was still tingling. She’d until she’d said the thing about the end of eyes with me as she licked up the goo. A
just broken our slavering, tongue- the song. With that, we were making out fresh wave of desire seized me, but it was
dancing kiss. In the dimness behind the and groping one another like crazy. too late. The song was done. She turned
concession tent, I saw her eyes glimmer. I pushed up her T-shirt and caressed and scampered away, while I was still
Her breasts, straining against a similar her bare tits. She undid my jeans and, zipping up.
T-shirt of her own, pushed against my without ceremony, pulled out my I scanned the grounds but couldn’t
chest. Her crotch pressed my groin, straining cock. I bit down a groan, even find her again. The experience had been
where my cock had swelled mightily in though no one would probably hear me wonderful, but I wanted more. I wanted
my jeans. over the thunder of the band’s finale. I at least to know her name. Maybe the
She gasped, “We’ve got until the end of hoped to hell they played the long version anonymous thing wasn’t so great, after
this song.” of this song. all. Or maybe the connection we’d made
I didn’t know why this limitation was She immediately started pumping my called for some follow-up.
in force, but I wasn’t going to waste time shaft. Following suit, I reached down and But she was gone.
questioning it. She’d laid down the rules: raked up her skirt. I yanked aside her The next day I checked out of my
till the end of the song. panties and slipped two fingers into her motel and drove back to the concert
OK, let’s make the most of it. already streaming pussy. She bucked and grounds, feeling listless. The remnants
Our lips mashed hungrily together jerked me harder and faster. of the festival didn’t cheer me up. All the
again. Her arms went around me, and The song reached its shrieking bridge; headliners had already played. It was
she groped my ass, pulling me tighter I knew there wasn’t much time left. I Sunday and just the secondary acts were
against her. At the same time, she ground pulled my fingers free and worked her onstage. People sprawled on blankets,
herself on my hard-on. Emboldened—and swollen clit. My balls ached as she jacked listening half-heartedly, like they’d
shuddering with pleasure—I brought a my cock. My jeans were halfway down partied too hard the previous day and
hand to her tit. She wore no bra, and her my legs. Her juices were streaming over just wanted to lie in the warm noonday
erect nipple stuck out proudly beneath my fingers. sun, which held the promise of spring.
the thin fabric. I squeezed her breast, and There was strange erotic beauty in I didn’t see the woman I was hoping to
she moaned into my mouth. the anonymity of our hookup. She was find. Eventually, I decided to leave. It was
This had all happened so fast. I’d been a nameless object of my lust, and I was going to be a long drive back to the city.
watching the band for the past hour. They the same to her. There we were, without In the thinned-out parking lot, I came
were slaying it, grinding out high-octane any preliminaries, without any chance to a sudden halt. Someone was leaning
rock. We were at a weekend-long outdoor to trip each other up with social miscues. against the front of my car with her arms
music festival with multiple stages. Instead, we’d cut right to it, to our mutual crossed and her head at a tilt. She was
I’d seen her grooving in the crowd, sexual gratification. looking my way, as if she’d been waiting
dancing alone with her head bobbing and And that gratification was about to for me.
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I checked my impulse to rush toward me. The previous night’s memories were Daphne inflamed my senses. Even if we’d
her. I had the strange feeling she might vivid in my head—along with the longing only had our very brief encounter, I still
fly away like a startled bird. Approaching that had followed, the deep desire for would’ve remembered her for a long time
slowly, I offered a friendly smile, which more from this woman. From Daphne. to come. As it stood, I assumed she’d leave
she returned. “So.” She faced me. “Coffee, tea, or...?” a permanent impression in my memory.
“How’d you know this was my car?” I She dangled the last part like a lyric I Her hands glided along my body, up my
asked. should know. When she saw my baffled back to my shoulders. She gave me gentle
Really, though, I wanted to firmly look, she tittered. But there was nothing squeezes, and I touched her as well. Her
establish that she was waiting for me, mean in it. “It’s an old line. Not even sure skin had a silky quality, and I couldn’t get
that this wasn’t some crazy random what it’s from. It goes: Coffee, tea or me?” enough of her.
mistake. Easy answer. “You.” Her face was flushed when our kiss
“I saw you leave last night,” she said. “I “Good.” She took my hand, and we broke. She was breathing hard enough
memorized your license plate.” went into the next room, which was to jiggle her tits. She towed me by the
“That raises a few more questions,” I her bedroom. She undid the vest and hand to her bed and up onto it. We lay
said, keeping my tone light. I still felt she shrugged it off. I caught my breath. Her down facing one another, and there was
might take flight, and I didn’t want that breasts were gorgeous—firm and high, heat and a seductive aroma coming off
to happen. tipped with succulent pink nipples. her body. It was the sweet scent of her
She grinned, and it made her already She must have read my expression as arousal. I wanted to seriously breathe
pretty face prettier by several degrees. encouragement because she kicked that in and taste its source.
She replied, “I work security here. Last off her shoes and dropped the cutoffs But for the moment, we caressed and
night, I slipped off my lanyard badge and explored one another. I stroked her
snuck out into the crowd. Wanted to see breasts and played with her erect nipples.
that band. I’m off duty now.”
“My climax struck. She reached around me to grope my
Looking for something witty to say, I
blurted out, “Well, I’m sorry I interrupted
I let my jizz go a ass, making sounds of approval. Our
shared excitement seemed to skyrocket.
your viewing.” second time, and it We kissed again, our tongues tangling
I immediately wanted to kick myself. greedily.
“Are you?” she asked impishly. was fantastically Together, we each reached for the
This time, I said the right thing: “Not other—her hand wrapping around my
sorry one damn bit.”
intense.” cock, my fingertips spreading her slick
“Me neither.” pussy lips. She shivered, and I sucked
So that quick sex act behind the tent and her panties. And there she stood, in air through my teeth. Immediate
really had happened, and we were both gloriously naked and exuding an pleasure pulsed through my body; she
acknowledging it. Good. Great. Because I undeniably confident sexuality. had a knowing touch. The night before,
wanted more. After a pause, she added, “Unless you’d she’d jerked me off in record time. But for
“What’s your name?” I asked. really prefer coffee or tea?” our encore, she didn’t hurry. However,
“Daphne. You?” Her words snapped me into action. her grasp was still firm, her movements
“Dash.” There, introductions at last. I quickly stripped, and my erect cock assured.
“Dash. I love it.” Her eyes sparkled in sprang straight out. Little bursts of Her damp groove enticed me, and I
the sun. “Come here, Dash. Kiss me.” energy seemed to crackle all across my slipped a finger into her depths. Her
I stepped up, and we kissed. It wasn’t skin. I remembered her hand on my rod. lithe body undulated on the mattress,
like the night before. It didn’t have to be. But now we would have time and space reminding me of her grooving dance
But it wasn’t a safe, chaste kiss, either. for anything we’d like to do. moves from when I’d first spotted her in
Her lips moved against mine, and I felt Daphne stepped toward me, and I met the crowd at the concert. I delved deeper,
the heat rising off her body. She was her. We seemed to flow together, arms exploring her wetness.
dressed in cutoffs and a vest, and her going around each other smoothly. Our She pulled on my shaft. Her thumb
body was lovely. lips touched, a similar smooch to the smeared a dribble of pre-come over my
When the kiss broke, she softly asked, one we’d shared in the parking lot. But cockhead, and I bucked in a way that was
“Want to come back to my place?” I then our kiss deepened, and our passion almost beyond my control. Grinning, she
nodded emphatically, and we got into showed through. Our tongues came brought the thumb up to her mouth and
my car. I followed her directions, and we together and did a slow dance. sucked it clean.
pulled up to a cottage. She took me inside. My cock was pressed against her “Mmm, I remember how good you taste.
It was a cozy place, with fun decor. abdomen, but I wasn’t self-conscious. I want more,” she said breathlessly.
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popping free of her pussy. She shouldered caressed her nub, playfully batting it. Her We were locked together, cock to cunt,
her way between my thighs. Her hand responses told me everything I needed securing this moment for ourselves alone.
closed over my balls as her head moved to know. As I worked her harder, her She rode me harder, rhythmically lifting
into place, then her open mouth dropped hips jerked. Her fingers clawed at the her body and slamming it down. Her
onto my knob. bedcovers on either side of her. A cry rose mouth hung open, a mouth I’d unloaded
I gasped as her tongue caressed my in her throat, the sound climbing in pitch. my come into moments earlier. For a few
crown, even as the ring of her lips When she came, her juices truly flowed. seconds it seemed her breath froze, then
descended my staff. She still wasn’t Like she’d done for me—because I was it burst out in a cry. It was an orgasmic
hurrying, but neither was she wasting a good sport, and because I wanted to shout. Her pussy tightened around my
time. She sucked me right down to my do it—I kept my mouth glued to her. Her staff. I didn’t come with her, but I felt the
nutsac, which she still gently cradled in honey flowed across my tongue, and I energy radiating powerfully from her.
her hand. eagerly swallowed every drop. When her body started to go limp, I
I’d had good, well-meaning mouths on I sat up with my chin wet and my mouth caught her, and without withdrawing
my cock before. I’d been sucked by some tingling. She looked at me dreamily, her from her, I maneuvered her onto her
very orally talented women. But Daphne gaze dropping swiftly from my face. back. Once I was atop her, I wasted no
brought a gusto to the act I couldn’t “Well, looks like that second time is time. My own fresh excitement was
match in my memory. She fell into a ready to happen,” she quipped. building to a fever pitch.
forceful tempo as her head bobbed. Her My stiff cock was indeed jutting out I made sure she was back in this
mouth didn’t let me go as she delivered proudly. world, then I started stroking into her in
some expert suction. With every She levered herself up and pushed earnest. I quickly picked up speed. Our
downward plunge, my cockhead violated me gently onto my back. She wanted to bodies smacked loudly together, and I
her throat. It felt incredible. be on top, and that was fine with me. I slammed into her pussy. I was moving in
As pleasure overtook me, I felt adrift lay back and watched as this beautiful a blur. Sexual adrenaline drove me wildly
on the bed. But Daphne soon kicked her woman climbed onto me. It still seemed onward. I fucked her crazily. A raw sound
blowjob into a higher gear. Her slurping improbable that all of this was occurring, began deep in my throat as my cock
mouth worked me intensely. Before I that our fast, minimal encounter behind plowed her depths.
could rein myself in, I was just about at a concession tent had morphed into this Music roared in my head. I was the
the brink. I warned her, “I’m about to glorious full-on sexcapade. thunder of those guitar chords, the
come!” As she fitted my cockhead into her pounding drums, the thumping bass.
But she didn’t seem care, and she didn’t pussy, the previous night’s music entered My climax struck. I let my jizz go a
stop. Thick jets of my spunk let loose, my mind. I imagined that I heard the second time, and it was fantastically
every spurt a crescendo of joy—not unlike raucous jangling chords, the whining intense. I shot out jet after jet, and as I
the previous night’s band bringing their feedback, but it was softer somehow. It did, I saw Daphne writhing madly.
song to its climax. Daphne kept her seemed to echo across a crystalline lake Yes, come with me. Come, even if I can’t
mouth on me, and I swear I heard her in my memory as she lowered herself hear you over the music.
swallowing. onto my pole. Then we were done. There were some
Seconds later, she was leaning over Pleasure took hold of her, a visible force tender moments as we basked in the
me as I lay dazed. A drop of my cream of rising ecstasy. Her tits heaved, the afterglow, but I knew I should get out
glistened at the corner of her mouth. She nipples still pink and stiff. She ground of there. I still had a long drive home.
said, “I have faith you can go a second down on me, taking me deep inside her Daphne had her own life, too. At any rate,
time. Meanwhile, I’d like my pussy licked, cunt. I felt the firm clasp of her pussy she made no mention of us seeing one
please.” walls hugging my shaft. My balls stirred, another again, though when we parted
You can’t say no to good manners. I craving their impending eruptive bliss. at her door, her kiss was warm and
threw off my lethargy as she reclined She settled her knees, planted a palm wonderful.
with her legs spread. I hunkered into flat on my chest and set off riding me. She I drove off, but the music lingered in my
position to admire her gleaming pussy. moved with grace and confidence. I was mind—as did images of delightful Daphne.
I inhaled her enticing scent and eagerly what she wanted, and she was having me.
swiped my tongue along her groove. She I gripped her hips and thrust upward to —D. McCormick
squealed and squirmed with delight. meet her every downstroke.
I settled in to eat her properly. I gave The bed rocked beneath us. In my head, Have you had a hot hookup with a sexy stranger?
her a good, deep lick, getting a fine the music continued to play. I knew that Why not share the torrid tale with your fellow
sample of her flavor. I plunged in deeper. whenever I heard that song in the future, readers? Mail your story to Penthouse, 28328
Like a moth to flame, I went for her it would be accompanied by my exquisite Witherspoon Parkway, Valencia, CA 91355, or
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A GAMER GAL MAKES A PLAY—AND WINS THE LAY OF A LIFETIME

BIG SCORE extremes and somehow got through. The final rounds came. The gaming
I HAD devoted a certain portion of my After a grueling session, I slumped corporation sponsoring all this was of
life to gaming. I wasn’t wasting my time. limply in my ergonomic chair. I saw I had course getting a lot of attention out of
I was in training, learning my craft, and a video message and absentmindedly the contest, which was good for business.
getting better and better. Why? Because clicked on it, thinking it was a notice So much so that they were willing to fly
I knew about the corporate competitions about my next round from the company the last half dozen of us—including me
out there, where winners got serious putting on the tournament. and Molly—to a major U.S. city, where we
cash rewards. When I saw what was in the message, would compete in the finale.
I worked part-time and lived in a one- my drooping eyelids sprang wide and my It was an overwhelming experience.
bedroom apartment, but these were cock unwound urgently in my jeans. It The final players got trotted out onstage
accommodations to my gaming life. was Molly. She was grinning lasciviously before a cheering crowd. I felt a little like
I practiced hours every day, playing into the camera and dancing like a a rock star, but it was all too much.
against people all over the globe. Online I retreated to my hotel room as quickly
is its own universe, and virtually, I’d met as possible, suffering from sensory
wonderful, enriching folks.
But this year, things had gotten serious
“I sank every inch overload. My head was spinning. This
was way different from playing in my
for me. I had entered a monthlong of my rod into apartment, and I wondered how all the
competition, one with graduating tiers of fanfare might affect my performance the
play. The competitiveness was fierce, and her lush passage, next day.
I’d already gone up against very talented
players. But I knew this particular game
which clasped me As I was lost in thought, there came
a knock on my door. Reluctantly, I
inside out and was advancing. sweetly.” answered. That feeling of caution
I kept myself up physically by going out vanished when I saw Molly standing
running every day before dawn. I also there. She wore her customary grin and
got my reasonable share of pussy. But I stripper. Only not like—she was actually a long coat.
didn’t have time for a girlfriend. taking her clothes off! “Can I come in?” she asked.
When the tournament was in its She tossed off her top, shimmied out of Wordlessly, I stepped aside. My eyes
advanced rounds, I got my first look a skirt and wiggled around in her lacy were riveted to her. Downstairs, I hadn’t
at fellow competitor Molly. I’d beaten underthings. I was sitting up straight, had a chance to ask about that striptease
dozens and dozens of players. People and my cock was ramrod-hard—so video she’d sent. Before I could, she
following the big game wanted to know much so that I had to yank it out. Molly whipped off her coat. She wore those
about the finalists. My social media blew waggled her tongue. Man, could she same lacy underthings, and my jaw hit
up. It was weird knowing strangers were move. All those sexy undulations and the floor.
studying me. Being a gamer myself, I gyrations got me going. Her body was This time Molly smiled—but not a
was curious about my rivals. Molly was gorgeous. She reached around behind wicked grin. It was a nice, sweet smile.
a hotshot player. Her profile picture her back, presumably to unhook her Softly she said, “It’s been a stressful
showed a very pretty face, with a sassy skimpy bra. She leaned toward the ride, hasn’t it? Part of me is a crazy
expression and soulful eyes. It wasn’t camera as she did so, and the brassiere competitor. But another part just wanted
love at first sight, but definitely lust. was sliding off her hefty tits as she said, to find some human connection at the
I reminded myself she was one of my “Good luck!” end of all this madness.”
opponents. Then the message ended. With my cock “A connection?” I murmured as my
A week later, the games got even more in hand, I helplessly jerked off. Those gaze still traveled along her scantily clad
intense. I went up against players who dancing images stayed with me. Had figure, which was even more desirable in
were like ninjas with lightning-quick she sent the message as sabotage, as a the actual flesh.
reflexes and brains that could strategize distraction, as a prank, as a video love She stepped up to me and said, “Yes.
on a dime. I pushed myself to my letter? I didn’t know. Look, this might sound stupid, but I sort

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of fell in lust with you online.” up expectantly as her shaved pussy I loomed over her, my cock aching with
Actually, it didn’t sound stupid at all. hovered above my face. I seized her hips, desire. She impatiently pushed up her
But I couldn’t find the words to respond, but she was already lowering herself hips, and I thrust into her. I sank every
so I leaned forward, and Molly put her onto my lips. inch of my rod into her lush passage,
lips gently against mine. Considering I speared her pussy with my tongue, which clasped me sweetly.
I was kissing a woman in see-through and her body quivered. I ate her hard, I started stroking into her steadily.
underwear, it was a remarkably tender groaning when she mashed her pussy She moved cooperatively beneath me.
and docile smooch. forcefully on my face. I gripped her Her thighs hugged my hips, and her
But heat rapidly rose in me, and fire undulating hips. She dropped forward, arms wrapped around my neck. Her tits
flashed in her eyes. Mutual lust crackled resting her weight on her hands, and bounced as our bodies bucked.
between us as our kiss deepened. Her humped my face, smearing her juices I boned her harder and faster, and
tongue thrust against mine. I pulled her over my lips and chin. a wicked climax was churning in my
into my arms, and she ground herself Before long, she bucked and came with balls. I was nailing her to the bed with
against me. a moan of joy. When she rolled off me, every downstroke. Once again, she was
My hands roamed over the bare parts I relaxed a moment. But she scurried wriggling and thrashing. I’d driven her
of her. Her silken skin further inflamed back down the bed, and I had the first to another climax. I wasn’t near enough
my passion. She was shamelessly hint of what she was up to when her hot for my own to overcome me just yet, so I
kneading the globes of my ass and breath grazed my swollen cockhead. waited her out.
rubbing her crotch on my increasingly Seconds later, her lips closed around my When Molly had calmed slightly, she
obvious bulge. By that point, I practically knob, and her tongue flicked against my gazed up at me with blazing eyes.
had my tongue down her throat and “Let me up. I want you to do me doggy-
felt bold enough to put my hand on her style!” she announced.
breast. “I boned her harder Eagerly, I helped her over onto her
Molly broke away and stepped back, hands and knees, then raced into
and for an awful second, I wondered if and faster, and position behind her. I laid my hands on
this was all some sort of sick joke. She the gorgeous spheres of her ass, slotting
reached behind herself, but this time
a wicked climax my cock back inside her.
when she undid her bra, it fell off her. I
beheld her delectable tits. With another
was churning in As instructed, I dog-fucked her like
crazy. It started out at a trot, then I
swift move, she snapped her sheer my balls.” really came off the leash. My fingers
panties down her legs. sank into her assflesh. I pounded her
Naked Molly was breathtaking, but she from behind. Soon I was in full sprint,
didn’t leave me much time to ogle. She crown, causing bliss to whip through me. knowing I would come in a few more
tugged insistently at my clothes. I got the The cinching ring of her lips slid down thrusts. I nearly howled, and Molly took
hint and stripped. Immediately, her hand my cock. She sucked me down to my it as a signal. She snuck in another wily
was wrapped around my jutting cock. I balls in one fearless lunge. Pleasure climax of her own, just as my spunk
gasped with pleasure as she pumped my walloped me, and her spit ran down over started to fly.
veiny shaft. my nutsac. I shot spurt after spurt into her, and
We weren’t far from the bed. We rushed Without pausing for ceremony, she the ecstasy swept me into the heavens.
there anyway, not wanting to waste a repeatedly lifted and dropped her head. She went with me. The chase was over,
second. We dove onto the big expanse, Just like when she’d jerked me earlier, and we were together in victory.
and she was in my arms again. Our she knew the perfect rhythm. Her Who got the big score the next day?
bodies rolled together across the soft tongue moved all the while, and she kept Who won?
bedding. Every point of contact between up a fine suction. She bobbed away, and I Who really cares. We were both already
us seemed to emanate a carnal spark. was struck by the wonderfulness of it all. winners.
I pulled her on top of me, so her tits It was like I’d come to that city in pursuit
were in my face. I set about sucking her of her, not the game. But my fantasies —Name and address withheld
stiff nipples and groping her plush ass. had never gotten this far!
Molly writhed excitedly, rubbing the She came off my cock with her lips The encounter you’ve always dreamed about
bare cleft of her pussy against my hard wet and open and her eyes glazed with could happen anytime. When it does, jump
abs. desire. She moved to climb onto me on it! And after you’ve jumped, tell us about
After a minute of suckling, Molly again, but I sat up, grasped her shoulder it! Mail your story to Penthouse, 28328
climbed further up my body. Her knees and eased her onto her back. She lay Witherspoon Parkway, Valencia, CA 91355,
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SHORE LOSER
HANGING out at the beach is one of my favorite things about attending college in Florida. My hometown did have
a decent-sized swimming hole, but it couldn’t compete with the Atlantic Ocean.
Shortly after I moved to the Sunshine State, Becky caught my eye. She was trim but still had an ample rack
that perfectly filled out her red swimsuit. She was a lifeguard, and my eyes were instantly drawn to her as she
sprinted across the sand to help a swimmer in distress. In my mind’s eye, she trotted like a slo-mo Baywatch
babe. Her nut-brown skin glistened in the sun, and her brunette ponytail swung from side to side. Of course, she
saved the day, but I was a goner. I hadn’t even spoken to her yet, and I’d fallen for her—hook, line and sinker.
About 20 minutes later, another lifeguard came to relieve Becky. I assumed it was the end of her shift, so I
chased after her. When I caught up with her, I offered a compliment about her quick reflexes. She stopped in her
tracks and smirked as she said, “You ain’t seen nothing yet.”
Her flirty manner made my dick spring to life in my shorts. I cleared my throat and asked her out, and she
suggested we meet up that night. We had a great dinner at a cool restaurant overlooking the water. My mermaid
wore an aqua blue maxi dress and strappy sandals, which she slipped off for our walk on the beach under the
stars. The area was pretty deserted, which I was happy about because I was hoping to get my hands on her.
Becky seemed to have the same idea. With a sexy smile, she led me toward the pier. I toed off my sneakers,
leaving them on the dry sand near where she’d dropped her shoes. The waves were crashing against the shore. As
the foaming surf swirled around our feet, she pushed me up against a pillar.
There was a full moon that night, and its glow illuminated Becky in silvery light. She kissed me passionately
and tangled her tongue with mine. As we made out, her lithe body ground against me. Her plush tits crushed
against my chest, and my hips pumped forward to push my ballooning cock against her pelvis. She raised one of
her long legs and swept her dress out of the way. I grabbed her ass and was surprised to find her butt was bare.
As we continued to kiss, I reached for her snatch from behind. She was dripping wet. I ran my fingertips through
her streaming juices and honed in on her clit. It was swollen and begging for my touch. I pressed against her nub,
rubbing tight circles against it. At first I worried I was being too rough, but her incessant moans told me I was on
the right track. I muffled her passionate cries with my kisses, while diddling her until she broke our lip-lock and
came with a shout.
Becky was still shivering from her climactic release as she wormed her hand between our bodies to lower my
zipper. She pulled my prick from my cargo shorts and aimed it at her pussy hole. She snapped her hips forward
and up, matching my thrust, and my rod rammed home. I was balls-deep in her syrupy honeypot. Her velvety
snatch felt so good; I didn’t care if she was smearing her cunt juice all over my fly. We continued to fuck standing
up as the waves smashed into the pillar and the whitecaps splashed our legs with seawater.
Normally, I would have been too skittish to fuck outdoors. But something about Becky made me throw caution to
the wind. We could have had cops barking at us over a megaphone, but I would have been unable to stop screwing
her. However, fate has a funny ways of laughing at us mere mortals.
I was rapidly racing toward what promised to be a colossal climax when I felt a stinging pain in my foot. It
rapidly increased in intensity. I pushed Becky away with a howl. She looked confused until I grabbed my foot and
started swearing. I was hopping around on one leg with my dick sticking out of my unzipped fly. I’m sure I looked
ridiculous, but she wasn’t laughing.
“That’s a jellyfish sting,” she said, squinting at my foot. “Ever had one before?”
I shook my head. She helped me shove my deflated dick back into my shorts and brought me to the lifeguard
ground station. Fortunately, she had the keys and was able to tend to me with their first aid equipment.
For our next date, I’m steering clear of the water. The only thing I want wet is Becky!

—G.D., via email

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