FROM: [email protected] (lamont)
SUBJECT: "Max World #5" starts off with a bang!
DATE: 1 Feb 1997 00:30:10 -0700
ORGANIZATION: b. lamont gunther & assoc.
Max Hardcore's "Max World #5: Monte Carlo" opens with a spectacular first
scene, features interludes that are sometimes entertaining, and ends with
a scene that never really takes off. Despite several lapses, Max fans will
enjoy this video, especially scenes 1 and 3.
Scene 1:
Set in Cannes, France, scene 1 opens with a mini travelogue. Max finally
runs into Marie, an attractive, slender, brunette who just happens to be
hanging out on the promenade. Cut to Max's temporary office, several doors
deep in an office building. When the door is opened, there is Max fucking
Marie's throat. Right at the outset Max hits the viewer with a spectacular
sequence of deepthroating and throatfucking, some of the best he's ever
filmed, with docile marie on her knees, clasping her hands behind her
back, her natural breasts jiggling with the movement of her head and body.
She allows Max to guide her head back and forth as he thrusts deep in her
throat. Saliva starts flying copiously and steadily to the end of the
scene. After the throatfucking, max fucks her briefly, pries her pussy
apart with his fingers, probes her anus and pushes against the membrane,
fucks her ass, produces some anal dilation, and finally cums in her mouth
in quantities that are suspiciously abundant for max. Cum and saliva are
dripping everywhere. This is an excellent scene especially for viewers who
like to watch attractive women who can accommodate forced deepthroating.
Scene 2:
I suspect max had this footage hanging around and decided to slap it in
for a variety of reasons. Unfortunately, none of the reasons pertained to
turning the viewer on. The setting for this little dropping is Max's home
near pasadena, poolside, where he goes about fucking Lovette, one of the
few actresses that stir me not in the slightest. He does the usual things
to her, but who cares?
Scene 3:
Max boards the purported last scheduled train ride of the legendary Desert
Wind, which leaves Union Station in L.A. and heads for Las Vegas. With
good humor Max interviews the engineer, a porter, and a variety of young
and old women passengers who are probably unaware that the news show they
are appearing in is porn. Max really shines during these little vignettes,
thoroughly enjoying himself. He's sitting in a private compartment when
Destiny enters. As desert landscape, other trains and several depots flash
by outside the window, Max stretches her pussy, fucks her, fingers her
anus, and fucks her ass a bit. He then engages in a long sequence of
attempted deepthroating and throat fucking, changing positions with the
purpose of finding one that will allow him to push fully into her throat,
and finally grabbing her head rather violently and successfully driving
all the way in. The tone of this little sequence is set by the struggle
and choking that occurs before final success. More anal fucking follows,
including good rcg, some modest dilation. Max finally cums in her mouth,
the silver braces on her teeth in full view. Because Destiny never gets
fully naked, her lovely body is not showcased here (you get to see all of
her in Anal Auditions #2).
Scene 4:
The Monte Carlo Grand Prix is the background for the final scene. On the
veranda of a picturesque villa in the hills high above the Mediterranean,
Max takes Barbi Angel through the paces. Though I normally enjoy watching
her perform, this scene never really takes off. Though max fucks her mouth
a lot, she is unable to take him all the way in her throat. As in the
earlier scenes, saliva is everywhere. Max fingers her ass, she winks her
anus, and he fucks her ass a while. From time to time she emits comments
in a little girl voice, e.g. "It's real tight, Mister." He returns to
pushing his cock in her throat and finally performs an excellent cum shot,
a side view, directly into her mouth. She pushes it out, down her chin and
onto the ground below.
lamont
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