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Rocco: Sex Analyst

Rocco: Sex Analyst

Released Mar 21st, 2017
Running Time 195 Min.
Director Rocco Siffredi
Company Rocco Siffredi Productions
Distribution Company Evil Angel
DVD Extras Biography(ies), Cumshot Recap, Still Gallery(ies), Trailer(s)
Cast Rocco Siffredi, Erik Everhard, Sasha Rose, Amirah Adara, Cherry Kiss, Rachele Richey, Kristy Black, Arteya, Charlotte Sartre, Linda Leclair
Critical Rating AAAAA
Genre Foreign All-Sex

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Synopsis

Sexual superstar Rocco Siffredi reflects on his erotic legacy as a perverted therapist with a roster of gorgeous, slutty patients in "Rocco: Sex Analyst." Four nasty vignettes focus on his unconventional treatments—raunchy, two-girl anal threesomes with lots of kinky face-fucking, rimming and butt-fucking.

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Like a true artist, Rocco Siffredi transforms lives. Just ask Charlotte Sartre, who tweeted earlier this year, “If I could go back in time and relive any experience it would most definitely be when @Rocco_Siffredi fucked my ass. Best day of my life.”

Fortunately for us, that day is documented in Rocco: Sex Analyst. As with most of Siffredi’s output for Evil Angel, one can expect an extravagant display of Euro-sex: hardcore anal pounding and plenty of threesomes. But what sets this movie apart is its psychological depth, with Siffredi at the center of the action as a therapist of sorts, plumbing the depths of his patients’ souls … and rectums.

The first patient we see is Rachele Richey, but her story doesn’t unfold first. Instead, she’s on a return visit to Chez Rocco with fellow American Sartre, who seems born to submit to the Italian master. Finding herself in a dungeon being spanked by another woman (Linda Leclair) the pale-skinned, dark-haired Sartre tells Siffredi, “I want you to do anything you want to me.” Their sexual desires fit together like two puzzle pieces. “Is that too much?” he asks after a fierce oral assault on her small breasts. “It’s perfect,” she responds. When he asks her to show that she wants to “continue the therapy,” Sartre pulls out his cock and he uses his belt to drag her closer and push deeper into her throat.

Throughout, Leclair plays the voyeur, moaning and playing with herself in the background as Siffredi tosses Sartre around like a rag doll. “What are you searching for?” he asks again and again. “You,” Sartre whispers. Siffredi possesses her completely. Once she’s stripped naked and penetrated in every way possible, Siffredi cradles her lovingly, saying, “You are incredible.”

In the second half of this hour-long scene, Sartre goes from pupil to teacher’s assistant as Siffredi turns his attention to Leclair, telling Sartre that she can’t suck big dicks and has never done anal. They move to the couch in a spacious living room. “Stand up, small pussy. Get comfortable,” he says to Leclair, before fucking her in piledriver until that little pussy gapes.

But that’s not the end of the training. “Make her test her asshole,” Rocco says as Sartre inserts two digits and feeds her fingers to Leclair. Then the Italian stud puts the test into overdrive, fucking Leclair in multiple positions followed by one final lesson in deep throating.

In a scene that’s not as intense but still compelling, Amirah Adara and Siffredi start with a little talk therapy: a thoughtful discussion about porn and her obsession with sex. The analyst prescribes a long session with Cherry Kiss, which starts with vigorous ass-eating, so you know it’s not going to be a soft and gentle lesbian scene. Soon a giant strap-on that rivals Rocco in length, if not girth, heads up Adara’s ass.

There’s plenty of sexual healing to go around in the other two scenes, which are both threesomes. Erik Everhard, another “doctor” on the premises, takes on Richey and Arteya. He tells Richey, “You’re the one who needs the therapy, not her”—but they both get solid internal exams from him.

In the final scene, Siffredi gets a visit from an old colleague, Sasha Rose, who has brought friend Kristy Black in tow. Though they argue about who’s going to analyze whom, there’s little question who’s really in charge. “You can let yourself go, relax and get all your fantasies out of your brain,” Siffredi commands.

In between the scenes, Siffredi muses to the camera, expressing his delight at his young co-stars. “If this is the new generation, I am not leaving,” he concludes. “I will die here.” And if his last scene is anything like the one with Sartre, what a way to go!



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