Released | Jun 01st, 1997 |
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Running Time | 100 |
Director | Jim Enright |
Company | VCA Platinum Plus |
Cast | Deva Station, Julian St. Jox, Morgan Fairlaine, Leah Dawn, Maya (I), Kylie Ireland, Nici Sterling, Stephanie Swift, Sean Michaels, Karri Stevens, Tatiana (I), Alexandra Silk, Randi Rage, Jonathan Morgan |
Critical Rating | AAAA |
Genre | Feature |
Kylie Ireland's real-life liaison with basketball great Michael Jordan (with which readers of Sexposé are doubtless familiar) is ripe material for an adult feature. We're just surprised it took so long! As one might surmise, the actual facts (hardly enough to support more than a single on-scree encounter) have been stretched further than a full-court lay-up to accommodate eight smoldering sex scenes.
The setting is a strip club where Ireland and her tempting cohorts perform in a number of delicious dressings-down, bolstered by the addition of live sex on stage, most definitely a fictional whim. These serve to set up the various entanglements with equally fictional but recognizable sports figures. There's not much more to the story, but Ireland and company pull off the conceit with verve and sumptuous sexuality. Nici Sterling is outstanding in their opening tryst, fingering Ireland's bountiful wet pussy to a highly aroused state, until both girls lunch at the furry salmon farm with a delirious and authentic fervor.
With one nominations-worthy scene down, the vid relentlessly pours on the action on stage (with hot, costume-laden stripping) and in the dressing room, where Tony Tedeschi is ravaged by Stephanie Swift. Doggie positioning has rarely been covered better as he slides his stump into her trim little quim, his basketball-sized nuts dangling at center court.
Peter North's famous frosting glazes the hungry mouths of hot Tatiana and Krista Maze, but not before some blistering rim shots between the gals or a good score in Tatiana's poop dream of an ass.
The big scene between Ireland and Michaels wraps up the game with a fair amount of tease, nipple-nibbling and horsedick-guzzling, which precedes a vigorous missionary-style mounting. Teamwork and chemistry are obviously working overtime as Kylie screams orgasmically with every thrust, and the sweat-drenched Michaels proves once again that he's the most underrated cocksmith working today.
Face Jam is packed with atmosphere, an assured visual style and enough incendiary tease/screwing that it will fly off the shelves faster than Bulls tickets. Pre-nom it Best Video.