Visa troubles have kept Logan McCree out of American-made porn lately, but according to a few new entries on Vinnie D’Angelo’s woefully under-updated blog, the beloved couple’s penises still work just fine. In October, Vinnie & Logan shot some porn in London before heading back to Logan’s Unabomber-chic cabin in Dresden for a Halloween party. Even the dog got in on the fake blood action.
Vinnie also posted some new pictures from November’s Hustlaballs in New York and Berlin. Vinnie says he’s “heard nothing but complaints from the…performers that were in this Hustlaball,” and incidentally I’ve also been told that Berlin Hustlaball organizers were no good, but the new promoters at this party convinced Vinnie and Logan to return. They did. It was not a success. Vinnie left the smoky venue with asthma attacks and a renewed aversion to fisting:
We were supposed to be on stage by ourselves, but at last minute they through some people up together with us, which i think was kinda fucked up. These other 2 were up there fisting each other. I did not like that.
This month, the couple is going to Budapest to film some porn. Vinnie would give more details, like the name of the studio he’s working for, but he can’t, “for the Hungarian people there we worked for did not really speak good English.”
Watch Vinnie & Logan fuck in Porn Stars in Love
Porn Stars In Love: Vinnie and Logan on Monogamy
[NSFW] A Clown Fingered Himself at the Hustlaball
Logan McCree On His Wurst Sexual Experience
Vinnie D’Angelo Overshares
In The Life of Vinnie D’Angelo
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