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From: [email protected] (Peter van Aarle)
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Subject: Review: One for the Gusher
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Ok, I finally watched a few movies which a) are worth reviewing and b)
haven't been reviewed in detail yet.
Ok, so we all read her words, now read a review of one of her movies.
I'm talking of course about 'our own' Kerri Downs, and the movie is:
One for the Gusher (Fantastic Pictures 1995, dir: John T. Bone)
cast: Kerri Downs, Valeria, Umma and Jordan Lee.
Blake Palmer, Rick O'Shea, Damien Wolf, David Hardman,
some longhaired blonde dude (LHBD).
Ok, ok, I'll admit it, I don't recognize the 5th guy (maybe Kerri is able
to ID him for us). To my defense I must say that I've never seen him before
(I didn't miss much, I think ;-) and there were no credits for the male
participants...
One more note: the movie was edited by S. Andrew Roberts (yes that's our
own Shamu). Excelent job (of course I can't judge what was left on the
cutting room floor, but what did make it into the final version was worthy
of being there).
Well, on to the review (I'll try to stay impartial even though Kerii might
be reading this ;-)
We start with Valeria getting dominated by a guys we only see the dick off
(but this easily identifies him as Blake 'the Wedge' Plamer ;-) while the
credits roll. I say 'dominate' because he dick-slaps her face and showes
his dick down her throat. But she clearly likes the treatment, and they
continue their fucking (can't call it love making when it is like this ;-)
enthusiastically for a good while before he titfucks her and comes in her
face. The he has her spit on his dick a few times, which he then slaps in
her face again (ah, romance ;-)
Then Blake asks where 'she' is, and Val replies, "in her room as usual."
Then Val (she's Kerri's roommate I guess) goes on to tell that 'she' used
to be even wilder than she was herself (at which point Blake very rightly
says "that's hard to believe"), but one night...
We get to see the story Val tells, where Kerri Downs takes home 2 guys
(Rick O'Shea and Damien Wolf) and they have a wild fuck together in the
batchroom next to the toilet bowl (shades of Henri Pachard here?? :-) Kerri
obviously enjoys herself here and suirts over half a dozen times. After the
guys come in her face they comment on how wet she is, but when she offer
them to taste it they split in a hurry. Since then she has had the nickname
of Gusher, and she has been embarrassed about it. Blak etells Val he has a
plan to get her over that.
So we cut to Kerri, Val, Umma and Jordan Lee sitting around whit the other
three girls discussing what techniques they use to get off when
masturbating. Val produces a big box of toys and she, Umma and Jordan
immediately start to explore themselves and each other. Kerri wants to
leave but Val keeps her there even though she is reluctant to join in at
first. When she does join in Val goes down on her and soon has her squirtng
all over the place. Each of the girls gets to be the center of attention
and all seem to have a good time. During the proceedings they try some new
and inovative ways of drinking soda.
Finally, that night, Blake Palmer, Rick O'Shea, Damien Wolf, David Hardman
and the LHBD sneak into her room and wake her. After Rick and Damien
apologize for their behaviour before, they start gang-banging. Kerri again
seems to really enjoy herself and squirts several times.
I must say I liked this movie (though I'm not sure it would be the right
movie to introduce your SO to the wonderful world of porn). There was
nothing wrong with it technically: well lit, on the whole the camera
captured the action well, there was no looping (it pays to get a good
editor ;-)
One thing though: most of the guys had a hard time "getting wood", and most
of the time it was more of the balsa variety then solid oak... Despite
this the sexscenes were hot (it always helps when the girls are obviously
enjoying themselves).
So the final verdict: I'd say about a 3.00 on the Imperial scale...
And of course you also want to hear what I thought of Kerri (or maybe not,
but I'll tell you anyway :-)
Well I liked her (I already liked her as a member of our asm community, but
I also like her as a porn star). She is quite an enthusiastic performer and
has a nice looking natural body with natural blonde hair (and rings in her
labia for those so inclined).
Peter van Aarle ([email protected] / [email protected])
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