Released | Dec 01st, 2002 |
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Running Time | 74 |
Director | David Stanley |
Company | Vivid Entertainment Group |
Cast | Dayton, Eric Price, Mark Davis, Cheyne Collins, Chennin Blanc, Kira Kener, Chloe (I), Tony Tedeschi, Tasha Hunter |
Critical Rating | AAA 1/2 |
Genre | Feature |
Sometimes it's fun to guess when a Vivid tape was actually shot. Considering the presence of Tasha Hunter, and a prediction of some global catastrophe in 2001, we're guessing this one was shot sometime in late 1999 or early 2000, and history would seem to indicate that once again, the world has escaped unscathed.
The story involves Tony Tedeschi, who gets turned on by girlfriend Chloe's feet, but the pedal attention freaks her out, and when he cums on her toes after a long mish and doggie session, she's disgusted and pushes him away. So there it is, the middle of the night; he goes to the kitchen for cake and a glass of milk, and what do you know? They're out of milk - but unfortunately for him, his refrigerator turns out to be a portal to some other dimension where women are collecting sperm to repopulate the world after the global collapse of 2001.
The chief collector appears to be Kira Kener, who makes good eye contact with the camera as she essays doggie, mish and spoon with Cheyne Collins - then collects the cum he deposits on her thigh in a plastic cup. Observing Tedeschi, Kener sits him down in front of a TV where a disembodied voice explains why they're collecting the white stuff. In the process, Tasha Hunter and Eric Price demonstrate sperm collection techniques during a hot mish, reverse cowgirl and anal doggie session.
Fortunately, Mark Davis still has his tongue, so he's able to Kener a good time (pussy-licking, mish, piledriver, doggie, spoon), and Chennin Blanc and Dayton put on a hopefully-stimulating show for Tedeschi... but when Kener looks in his cup, there's nary a drop. But Tedeschi discovers a room where a hooded guy is licking an unknown woman's feet, which gets Tedeschi hard... until Kener drags him off to cut out his tongue, but next thing we know, he's on a trip back through his fridge, looking bewildered.
The sex here is all pretty darn good, though we suspect that director David Stanley is as much interested in the exercise in form (which viewers are unlikely to notice until the end) as he is in the sex.