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Date sent: Sat, 5 Oct 1996 00:39:10 -0400
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Subject: Review: Anal Fever - Rosebud
Anal Fever
A Rosebud Production; 8/1/96.
Starring: Shannon Rush; Missy; Midori; Tracy LoveCortknee; Stormy Weather; TT
Boy; Mark Davis; Tom Byron; Nick East.
Another weak showing from Rosebud. I don't understand why they go through
the premise of making hardcore anal movies, then they pull the punches when
it comes down to getting real nasty. They obviously use good equipment and
have some of the best talent available. The post-production is good as well,
good reproduction, good sound, clear video. They rob their own scenes of
fire that may be present and end up with Vivid-type features except no
acting, no story line, and little heat. They also go out of their way to
confuse the credits of who appears. They lump the performer's names
together, so unless you know who is who, you don't know who the fuck anyone
is. Cut it out Rosebud. I'd actually rate their movies quite high if they
cleaned up their act...
1) Brunette 1 and dude and TT with blonde (Missy?). She can really suck dick
and screw. The brunette has fake tits and a so-so body. The blonde has a
nice shaped ass, if not a little too fat (I like big asses). They all screw
for a while then #1 gets it up the ass (I was hoping the blonde would be the
one - oh well). It is a non-inspiring spoon. She screams as if she were
getting gutted then is given a mouthful of cum. The blonde gets a three drop
facial from TT.
2) Nyrubi and some dude. Standard bj, screw, anal, nothing special. Ends
with her shown with a face full of cum, though they never show how it got
there...
3) Tom and #1 and another guy with a skinny blonde. The blonde has a
shapeless ass, but nice nipples. She takes it up the ass like a champ. Tom
doesn't anal his girl and cums on her chest. The other guy pulls out of
blondies ass while cumming and sprays her butt. Poorly filmed.
4) Dude (TT?) and two blondes. One is Davia Ardell. He anals the other
chick, pulls out and cums in Davia's mouth. No views. Lame movie!
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