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Date: Mon, 1 Mar 93 20:21:30 GMT
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Movie: Latin Lust
Players: Alicia Rio, Tom Byron, Peter North, Randy Spears,
and many others.
Plot: Actually there is no plot. This movie is a compilation
of most of Alicia Rio's movies, such as Summer Games,
Batwoman and Catgirl, and others
* See if you can name the movie she was in......
First scene: Starts with her and Tom Byron. The scene is
in an alleyway of somewhere spanish because
she speaks Spanish before doing her thing.
The scene is very impressive. Tom Byron does
where a rubber...however, Tom rewards her with
a spray of cum all over her face and hair.
Verbal exchange good. Not a choker, but still
good. We all know how Tom Byron cums anyway.
Second Scene: Alicia and Randy West, some girl with Randy Spears
and it's a foursome. Really nice. For some reason,
I love girls in tennis shoes. I am nearly sick and tired
of the usual high heel sultry look. I need to see more
of a sense of innocence in women. Tennis shoes and socks
give that sense of innocence. Anyway, the scene was good
with good angles, but at the end the cumshots were as weak
as a faucet leak. Expected though, Randy West cannot cum and
Randy Spears is unpredictable.
Third scene: Alicia and this amazing redhead with the body and the innocence
to make a guy cum just by looking at her. The woman was
fucking beautiful(wearing tennis shoes even.) Anyway, they do
a good lesbian scene. In a short time though, but enough to
enjoy.
Fourth scene: Alicia and Peter North...YESSSSS!!! Actually, this scene did not
live up to my expectations. But anyway, I might as well say that
this was from Batwoman and Catgirl. Alicia dressed as Batgirl locked
in a cage with Peter for interrogation...she gave in and gave him
the information he "really" needed. So, they do their thing and
the sucking was good, the doggie style, the usual. And I'm
getting ready for the coup de grace. She wants the jism all
over her..but not the face....that's cool, knowing Peter, he'll
hit it anyway, but when he pulls out, he moans, ANNNND he shoots
hits her stomach. Of course, it was a good gusher, but not
inhuman. So it was good, she rubbed on her body. Pretty good.
I think there were a couple more scenes but I can't think of it for the moment, so I'll
end the review stating:
Good scenes. Alicia has a real talent based on what I have seen. Excellent verbal and
facials. I am impressed and naturally she's a babe.
SCALE (1-10).............* 8.98 *
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