Spring's in the air, and an older man's fancy turns to thoughts of ass. But you don't have to be a Victorian poet or a Victorian ass fancier to appreciate the extent of butt fucking offered by Matt Zane in Ass Lovers. Actually, had I been a betting man, Matt would have been the last guy I would have figured for exacting four perfect sex scenes in one tape, let alone four tapes; but, sonofagun, Matt's done it, and there's nary a slice of bologna, a VH1 reporter or rock n' roll groupie in sight.
A simple lesson learned here is that, if the camera angling is on the button, and you got your rhythm going, all you need is a girl, a guy and a couch and not much of anything else, except maybe a good attitude; and in that department, this tape detonates with personality and welcome wagon sex appeal. Batting lead off, blond Sophie is one of the most delectable morsels of womanhood to be seen in a long time, what with her sexy legs, Hungarian accent and Chuck Martino teeth. She tells Matt she's ready to take it in the ass, and her partner Toni is the perfect accomplice. The Tonester gets his tongue right into that goulashian ass crack and attacks Sophie's buns with a fervency usually reserved for a short order man at McDonald's on quota. The fact is Sophie enjoys every second of her ass-pounding and projects it, the best moments being when Toni grabs her by the crook of her knees and manhandles her in the reverse cowgirl stance.
Sheila is also from Hungary but does not butt fuck strictly from hunger as her partner Rick Master literally clobbers her ass into submission with at least four rectal moves designed to put most sphincters in traction. Of the four women featured in this tape, Michelle Raven is the easiest to identify. She's the one without the accent but lends her ass to a scene that's the equivalent of a bar room brawl. In the particular way the scene's shot, it's not until the very end that we realize her partner has been Dave Hardman, or else we would have applauded, much earlier, Dave's baroque efforts to squeeze, drop for drop, nearly the entire contents of a baby oil bottle into Michelle's bunghole. Then, another Hungarian, Caroline, essays the gum-chewing, Euro-bimbo persona as Steve Hatcher gets the honors, and, as expected of a clean-up man, unloads the bases. If you don't walk away from this tape in a catatonic trance, well, maybe, you love the wrong body parts.
