Released | Feb 01st, 1999 |
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Running Time | 133 |
Directors | M W, Patrick Collins |
Cast | Alec Metro, Tom Byron, Ernest Greene, Brick Majors, Gina Ryder, Melanie Stone, Mark Davis, Dee (I), Roxanne Hall, Christina Angel |
Critical Rating | AAAA |
Genre | All-Sex |
Who would imagine that one of the most invigorating, highly-charged (and arguably, the best) specialty scenes of the year might be found buried within a simple wall-to-wall release, particularly one in which the other sequences lean far less to the perverse nature of sexuality than its title implies?
While backdoor penetration still dominates most of the encounters, an equal (and appreciated) emphasis on tease sort of softens the overall impact -- which is not to say there's nothing of merit here, not when you have a sidesaddle entry between seasoned bum-fucker Tom Byron and pretty Christina Angel's sphincter. Melanie Stone also craves some booty bone-jammin' with Alec Metro, while Brick Majors is content to dream of poolside fantasy girl Gina Ryder, who prefers a traditional missionary humping.
No, the truly powerful and arousing material flows directly from the unabashed enjoyment Roxanne Hall receives from a hellacious B/D session with disciplinarian Ernest Greene -- who, after trussing her up in an appropriately decorative outfit, whips her thighs and tits with his lash and switch to a welt-raising degree, while she quivers in unmistakably real, multiple orgasms.
Once she's worked up, he straps her to a table so she can suck off Mark Davis while the duly-inserted electric probe up her ass can work its wonders. A few more climaxes down the line, she's sitting on Davis' dick, reverse-cowgirl style while some crazy mechanical Rube Goldberg-like dildo also continues to bang away at her pussy! Think it's over yet? Hardly! Davis is soon up her rectum like stink on a monkey, pounding away. When he pulls out she takes the opportunity to suck on her stiletto heels, sending Davis into a facial-spewing frenzy. As they say in the biz, that's entertainment, folks. (No wonder Roxanne is signed as an Elegant Angel contract girl... and all the more curious why she isn't on the box cover.) A subsequent lesbian grope with with Dee serves to prove that Roxanne is equally adept at slinging a strap-on, but the sequence is too self-consciously arty (visuals and soundtrack) to be of much use. Regardless, this is definitely a tape to stock!