|Released||Dec 01st, 1996|
|Companies||Rocco Siffredi Productions, Evil Angel|
|Distribution Company||Evil Angel|
|Cast||Rocco Siffredi, Maria (I), Andrea (I), Blanca (I), Standa, Marketta, Hana (I), Maryna, Marek, John Stagliano, Jon Dough, Eleanor (I), Martina (I), Teo (I), Veronika (I), Judith (I), Giulia, Halena, Pavel (I), Silvia, Romana (I), Hakan, Paula (V) (Brazilian)|
|Critical Rating||AAAA 1/2|
Screw feature vids. To hell with lush costume dramas. Dump the "conceptual" gonzo fare. Rocco knows what we want. And he gives it to us. Wet, raw, real. No-frills fucking; fucking so nasty and so delirious that you'd think it was the eve of Armageddon, Ragnarock, Twilight of the Gods, the last-chance Texaco of sin. Rocco fucks like there's no tomorrow each and every time a breeze wafts by his oversized pecker, and mankind is better off because of it.
As seen through the Italian one's eyes, Prague is a brothel where all the girls are dew-eyed nymphets who know precious little about inhibitions and even less about feminism or plastic surgery. Each perfect beauty exists to serve Rocco and his friends, to supplicate themselves before his mighty tool and offer every orifice of their nubile young bodies as an instrument to further their praise of his uncontested manliness.
Rocco's mere presence is reason enough for these gorgeous ass-peddlers to swoon with desire and it's all the reason we need to watch it happen. Before he even has time to get his clothes off, a trio of cock-slobbering sluts are up and down his shaft like firepole polishers, and Rocco soon has difficulty choosing which ass to eat, which ass to finger, and which ass to fuck. (Sort of like a Congressional meeting, only more gets accomplished.) More times than we could count, his root flows from ass to mouth and back again. (These Hungarians may be as far behind in oral hygiene as they are ahead in sex.)
Although the tarts come and go – and cum – this basic variation goes on for the better part of two hours, with intercut footage of Rocco's buddies also having their sausages slathered by equally delicious cooze from abroad. Plenty of bull gravy flies like sticky Stealth bombers over their faces and widespread asses. The only drawback to the vid, aside from the lack of any interesting décor, is the dearth of gynecological close-ups that are possible with the new wide angle lenses these days. Otherwise, it's a balls-out, mind-blowing experience.
Eventually, John Stagliano makes an appearance, shooting one of the trysts in Buttman style, and Rocco thanks John copiously for all that he's taught him. So should we.