I've seen this kind of gentle light before. In museums, in cathedrals, in dense tropical jungles, filtering down with calm, easy purity on great works of art created by man or Mother Nature. In this case, in this downtown L.A. warehouse where the ceiling is riddled with skylights, that same ethereal radiance is cascading upon the pussy and asshole of Lanny Barbie, a gorgeous slattern whose tan legs are spread like the arms of a loving, welcoming grandparent as she reclines on a red leather tuck-and-roll, analysis-style couch.
But "anal" is the only part of "analysis" that will be happening on this piece of furniture, and the welcome this French-Canadian minx is extending to the rigid johnsons of boffsmen Mark Wood and Sascha is a no-holes-barred plunge-fest that has nothing to do with grandparents. Or love, thank God. Both chaps insert said pickles into Barbie's six-pack grip slots and pump away like the pros they are. Her turquoise eyes roll back in her head.
She moans.
How could she not?
She's allowing herself to be violated in a fantastic way. For money, yes, faking it, sure, but faking what? She's getting fucked! We, the viewers, have that triumph. It's real! We win! She wins! Loads are shot, money changes hands, people sleep at night, then go on with their lives in some state of lesser disrepair.
Later ... after Lanny has lapped the double shot of cock frosting from her breasts and palms, after she's removed her towering fuck heels, showered, put on her sweats and has returned to being a small, cute human girl (who you still, by the way, will never get to screw), I ask her if she was ever truly aroused during the shoot.
"Oh yeah, I come two times today," she says flatly, in her sexy wood-chopper French-Canadian voice.
Well, there you go.
Retailers can mop the floors with Lick It Up on March 2.
