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Subject: Review: "Every Woman Has a Fantasy Pt.3"
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After you suffer through this review:) , you can go to the Pig's
website http://www.c2.org/~kyle/pigfucker and d/l some pics from this
hot movie.
"Every Woman Has a Fantasy Pt.3" Dir. Edwin Durrell. VCA Platinum
Plus.1995. Juli Ashton.Rebecca Wild,Felecia,Vanessa
Chase,Arianna,Krista Maze,Misty Rain,Peter North,Tom Byron,Jon
Dough,Steve Drake,TT Boy,Stephen St. Croix,Gerry Pike,others.
Shot-on-video, Approx 75minutes.
Maybe they should call this series "Every Man Has a Fantasy That Women
Have Fantasies Like These"
Drake and the lovely Ashton are a married couple who supposedly have
a boring sex life. Ashton opens with a dream about getting doggied by
North that turns into a pretty hot anal. Ends with a trademark
North-gallon on her back. Unlike the majority of this movie, this
scene has an editing problem that sort of distracts from the anal
part. Excellent picture(similar to DMJ5) as far as the quality of
shot-on-vid,though.
After Drake heads to work(we actually see him outside driving a car),
Ashton goes skinny-dipping in a nice pool, and has another fantasy.
All-outdoors here, and the scenery looks nice.
After greasing-up with some oil, Ashton dreams-up Felecia who comes
armed with a fleshy double-headed dildo that they "scissor" with. Very
good!!! After some mutual munching and finger-banging, here comes
Misty Rain out of nowhere for a 3some. Rain looks a lot better(not
scary thin) better here than in some of her other recent stuff. After
more lez-fun, Rain fantasizes up Vince Voyeur and Adam Wilde. They get
BJ's from Ashton while she rides a strap-on attached to Rain. Felecia
shoves a string of about 12 beads up Ashton's ass, and pulls them out
as the dudes give Ashton a double facial, captured in slo-mo. Really
good scene!
Ashton goes to a salon and starts fantasizing about the salon dude
doing his patrons. The salon guy alternates from being St.Croix
sometimes, and Jake Steed other times. Why, I dunno, guess it's that
Ninn influence that is taking over at VCA(his brother did the
soundtrack for this one, and DMJ5,BTW). Soon, Kia is eating Ashton,
St.Croix and Steed are analling somebody I forgot, and then Dough,TT
boy,Amber Woods, and Candi Connors are going at it in a full-scale
orgy. Everyone doggies for a while, followed by BJ's, and then anals
for everyone except Ashton whose still getting eaten. Real rapid cuts
all over the room with close-ups make it hard to figure out who's
doing whom. Connors takes a huge facial from Dough.Boy anals Woods in
jackhammer-style. Pretty good, but kind of long after a while.
Turns-out hubby Drake likes to head to a sex-club called "Fantasy
Girls" to watch some sex behind a one-way window. He watches Jordan
St. James(horrific boob job and worse bleach-job) and Gerry Pike(puke)
screw. Ugly performers make for some ugly sex, though they manage a
fairly intense reverse-cowgirl that ends in a load on St.James' back.
Drake strokes-off to all this.
At home, Drake and Ashton have a missionary screw in bed while each of
them dream about other things. Drake fantasizes about tit-fucking and
cumming all over St. James, while Ashton dreams of going to work at
"Fantasy Girls." She envisions auditioning for the owner, Ron
Jeremy(who mercifully has a non-sex role), and masturbates for a while
with the Fat One's encouragement. He hires her, and sends her to work
in the "girl-girl" room. Scene ends with an implied orgasm by both
Drake and Ashton in bed.
The next day we're back at the club where a young couple(some guy
named Cox(?) and a real good-looking Krista Maze) go to the "S@M Room"
to watch Arianna and her masked slave, Tom Byron. Arianna's multiple
piercings and chains attached turn me off, but if you like them,
you'll probably enjoy watching Byron pulling on them. After some
munching, Arianna straps on a dildo and fucks Byron in the ass(not
shown very explicitly). During these festivities, Maze and her dude
are having a rollicking good time with oral sex and finger-probing.
Maze looks good, and is quite sexual to boot. Nice addition to the
porn ranks! They end with a doggie(good camerawork), while Byron
splooges on Arianna after an ankles-around-the-neck screw. I want to
see some more Maze!
Drake arrives at the club, and goes to the "girl-girl" room, and lo
and behold, there's his wife Ashton performing. This is very brief, as
Ashton and Plastic Surgery Disaster Wild 69 for a bit before Drake
leaves. He doesn't look pissed, why did he leave so quickly? Maybe it
was Wild's boob-job:)
At home, Drake and Ashton are in bed talking about their fantasies.
This leads to Ashton giving him a helluva blowjob, and taking a big
facial for her efforts. Thumbs up!
Ashton discovers a Fanatsy Girls ticket in Drake's laundry, and
decides to surprise him by having Wild and herself waiting for him in
bed when he gets home. He's obviously overjoyed, and it's a 3some
that's highlighted by a good anal sequence on Ashton.
Overall, another winner from Ashton and VCA Platinum Plus. VCA is
really on to something with these 7 scenes or more features,
especially when they look as good on video as this one and DMJ5. These
also feature some very hardcore sexs that is edited quite effectively.
Durrell's return to porn is another fine and hot flick like he's made
in the past. Ashton also gives another great performance. Life is
good! Give this a 3.4 on the Imperator scale.
Brad
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