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Subject: Joeman Reviews - Mike Hott Girls Who Swallow Cum 4
Date: 19 Sep 1996 16:18:02 -0400
This was my first experience with a Mike Hott video. I don't think it
will be my last, but you have to be in the mood for this style of vid.
Production values were low. Lighting was bright, girls were average to
poor, shots were not always complimentary.
This video consisted of five segments each about 12 minutes long where a
girl is briefly interviewed about swallowing cum (nothing really
interesting here, more like director says "tell them you like to swallow
cum", girl responds flatly, "I love to swallow cum", we're talking major
synapse firing here!). Her faceless partner joins quickly for the sex
scene.
All scenes take the same turn. Brief bj, ball licking, mish fuck with
several reinsertions, finnally guy straddling over girl's face, cums in
mouth, rarely missing toungue or back of throat, girl swishes and swallows
it down. While this premise does sound exciting, most women, especially
these who are somewhat "long in the tooth", don't look that great with a
camera three inches from their open mouth, upside down. We're talking
dental training films here folks!
The first scene is great where the cum all goes in and girl swallows it
without playing much with it. She certainly had no problem with it,
probably because she swallowed it so quick. The third scene features a
well-siliconed gal who manages to play with a pretty big and thick load
and gulps it down with some anxiety on her face. The other scenes don't
always clearly show the girl gulping it down although its obvious (no
scene cuts here) it does happen. There is also some going on the face as
well.
If you like cum eating, you'll get your moneysworth here, but remember,
its not just cum eating but who's doing it and how nicely its filmed that
really gets your rocks off.
joeman
Created: September 21, 1996 -- 06:08 PM
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