From: [email protected] (lamont)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.movies
Subject: Liza Harper in "Perverted Stories #7"
Date: 23 Sep 1996 19:57:06 -0700
Jim Powers' "Perverted Stories #7" is better than some videos I've
watched, but that isn't saying much. Sure, there are some humorous moments
during scenes 1 & 2, but overall the sex is bland, middle of the road at
best.
Julie Rage, in scene 1, shows off a great figure with smallish natural
tits and hard nipples. But she lies on her back the entire scene, which
creates inertia. The high point occurs when Ron Jeremy and another guy
force their cocks in her asshole at the same time. The cum shot is dull.
There are funny moments in scene 2 when Golden Jade, who looks great
except for fake tits, takes on Ron and the other guy in the desert. But
little heat develops from the oral and anal sex.
I selected this video only because I wanted to see Liza Harper (none of
the actresses were named on the box cover, by the way). Liza stars in
scene 3 with tattoo man with pony tail, Jack Hammer, I believe. She's
clothed, sitting on a toilet in her jail cell, smoking a cigarette while a
male voice over says how romantic and sexy smoking is. Liza looks very
nice, her freckles hidden, hair back a little, wearing a gold dress that
doesn't get removed until the very end. As the camera moves back, Jack
comes into view, sitting on a narrow bed in her cell.
I had high hopes for Liza's scene. After all, it started out fine. But as
soon as she started sucking, nothing happened--no heat was generated. Liza
never has shown much talent for sucking, and here, even though Powers
spends a lot of time showing her working on Jack's cock, she gives a run
of the mill performance, if that.
Eventually she sits on his cock for some uninspired fucking. Then we get a
couple of anal dilation shots that should have added some excitement. But
even these shots were botched. Powers was inspired to shoot the dilation
sequence from the other side of the cell bars. When she rocks backward
spreading her ass for the dilation shot, one of the cell bars blocks the
view. Beautiful! They try a second time, forcing the camera to move to one
side. The dilation is good, prime Liza talent, but the view isn't great.
Trying to lift a page from the book written by Max and Rocco, Jack lets go
some spit which misses the mark, in this case Liza's gaping anus. He
tentatively pushes at the glob of spit, inching it toward her open
sphincter, but apparently loses heart and simply rubs it into the skin
along her perineum. How fucking lame!
She assumes a variety of positions as they continue ass fucking, but they
might just as well have been strolling through the park for all the drama
they showed. Zero chemistry. Finally he cums on her ass, virtually out of
camera range, but so what? Who cares by now?
She quickly turns around and starts licking and sucking his cock. She
reaches back to her ass and collects some cum on her finger and brings it
to her mouth. Nice touch, a spark of excitement, but the scene is over.
I'd had enough. No interest in watching the next scene.
lamont
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