Released | Oct 21st, 2014 |
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Running Time | 170 Min. |
Director | William H. |
Company | Jules Jordan Video |
DVD Extras | Behind the Scenes, Cumshot Recap, Still Gallery(ies), Widescreen |
Cast | Manuel Ferrara, Mick Blue, Ramon Nomar, Alison Tyler, Alex Chance, August Ames, Keisha Grey, Rachele Richey |
Critical Rating | AAAA |
Genre | Big Bust |
Four scenes of good clean fun with busty performers.
August Ames is up first, with a tasty tease performance (with the obligatory sudsy bathtub dip) before getting together with Manuel Ferrara. The give-and-take dynamic between them is interesting—when he slaps her tits she giggles and then she dives onto his cock with aggressive mouth-and-hand action to the point that he stops her, leans her over and takes her in spoon as she moans and lets go, particularly when he reaches around and fingers her clit while pounding her from behind. Her expressive face shows how much she's getting off as the scene progresses, and the pop is in slow motion (with real time sound) so you can see how much they both enjoy it.
Next up, the traditional bikini/naked car wash with Alison Tyler and Alex Chance. The girls busy themselves with titty play before they are joined by Ramon Nomar, who gallantly helps Tyler double-tongue Chance's pussy before the three start mixing and matching cock, pussy and tongue in every variation possible as the camera tries to keep up.
The delectable Keisha Grey follows, showering in a luxurious bathroom then skinny-dipping in a pool before going inside with Mick Blue. The scene starts hard, with the blowjob going straight into standing doggie ("We don't need no stinkin' pussy eating!"), but Blue paces himself and teases her, making the lack of oral unimportant. When the frame is filled with a Dutch angle of Grey bouncing on Blue's dick, face turned away, the image is breathtaking, but so is the intimacy.
Rachele Richey takes the anchor slot, sudsing herself down from a bucket on a sunny patio and then, all dried off, in a bedroom with Manuel Ferrara. Richey and Ferrara start the scene with whispers and half-heard purrs to each other, adding to the just-between-us feeling that increases as the scene progresses to a between-the-tits pop and folllowup final suck.
Director William H. is a master of getting close to his performers without intruding, giving the viewer the impression that it's not a performance, but a real act of pleasure going on. And you're not watching so much as being a part of it.