Released | Aug 01st, 1997 |
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Running Time | 86 |
Director | Toni English |
Company | Wave Film |
Cast | Heather Hunter, Jill Kelly, Lana Sands, Joey Silvera, Bobby Vitale, Felecia, Steve Drake, Missy (I), Steven St. Croix, Jenteal Yvonne |
Critical Rating | Not Yet Rated |
Genre | Film |
There's been a bank heist, and the robber who got away with the loot left his partner for dead. Now the cops are questioning the primary suspects, a dozen or so dimwitted and horny ranchhands. We're given a few pieces to the puzzle along the way, some of them calculated to throw us off the track. To say any more could tip the hand of the filmmaker —but believe us when we tell you this is a well-crafted film in most every regard. We'll certainly be giving it a second look come awards time.
Tyrannical ranch owner Joey Silvera and lovely Missy start things off with a bang, as he eats her wet puss with a vengeance. She returns the favor, going down savagely on Silvera's stiff cock. Before long, he rolls her onto her back, taking her in a passionate mish. There are some nice close-ups as Silvera lays Missy on a saddle bag and pumps her doggie, finally blowing his load on her perfect, ripe ass.
Later, several of the ranchhands spy through a fence as Heather Hunter, Jenteal and Misty Rain go clamming in an outdoor jacuzzi. the girls take turns stroking and tonguing one another's juicy love holes, then follow up by fucking and cumming on an assortment of sex toys.
Detectives Brad Armstrong and Steve Drake catch a pre-boob-job Jill Kelly and Lana Sands sunbathing nude in public. The cops decide to let the girls fuck their way out of the potential citation. After some juicy, close-up muff diving, which includes Drake licking out Kelly as he hoists her easily onto a tree branch, the girls chow down on the cops' meaty nightsticks. Piston-pumping mish action follows, and the cops leave a gooey gift of thanks for the ladies.
For the finale, Hunter gives Steven St. Croix some long-stroking hand and mouth action. Soon, St. Croix grabs Hunter's awesome, nut-brown butt and pumps her pussy doggie and mish. She writhes madly under the assault, stroking her hard nipples and moaning in pleasure. Pulling out for his climax, St. Croix rips the condom from his cock, unleashing a jet of cum that sprays a good three or four feet. Hunter sits up to drain the last drops of juice form his still-throbbing prick, then gives St. Croix a deep, passionate kiss of affection.
Other sex scenes include Hunter sucking Vince Vouyer's throbbing tool by a campfire; and Yvonne's sexy striptease, acrobatic mish and first-class b.j. with Bobby Vitale.
We haven't seen much of Hunter since her return to the business, but here she more than proves her mettle as a top-of-the-line beauty with an insatiable sexual appetite —who can act. A pre-nom for Best Actress, Film is hereby declared. In fact, if there were an award for chemistry and ensemble acting, the cast of Heat would surely be among those so honored.
Additional pre-noms are in order for direction, cinematography, screenplay, music and editing; also pre-nom Silvera as Best Supporting Actor, and the Hunter/St. Croix finale for Best Couples scene.