These reviews were written by a man who loves black women;
hopefully these films will add to one's enjoyment of women in
general. They do for me, anyway.
Rectal Princess
This is a compilation tape which features Lana Sands in nearly every
scene. Apparently she is the "rectal princess". Somehow I doubt that
this is a crown which she covets, but she does indeed take it up the
butt on this tape, and as a Lana Sands fan I thought I should
review it.
We start with Lana in a pool administering head to some white guy.
He eventually gets into her doggie-style. This is some blond guy with
a receding hair line. She rides him after a while, giving us some
decent shots of her big juicy ass. Next he invades the tushie of the
"rectal princess". He pumps her butt cavity and then comes a little
into her mouth. The sex is fairly boring. It wasn't really hot
at all until it got nasty.
Next Lana and Julian St. Jox go at it on a pool table. She sucks his
nipples, then slowly goes down and sucks (the first half of) his dick.
He raises her skirt up and eats on her pussy. This looks like one of
Lana's earlier scenes. She's not made up and she actually looks a little
rough here (I say that with all due respect, Lana, I think you're
gorgeous). He starts to fuck her standing while she lies on the table.
Then he gets in doggie-style. Then she rides him while squatting. The
cum is eventually in/on the mouth. Nothing about this scene is really
all that special.
Now Lana is working with "Dick Nasty". After some foreplay she ends up
riding him while facing him. I hate it when these white guys moan like
babies while getting sex. I probably do it myself, but that doesn't
mean I have to like it. Dick Nasty gets to hump her from behind next.
Eventually, Lana surrenders the use of her fudge tunnel and screams
and groans while he pumps his thing into her. He comes, as did his
predecessors, on/in her mouth. Again, the sex wasn't hot at all until it
got nasty, at which point it got moderately interesting.
Now Lana works with Rick Masters, who is dressed up as some type of space
alien which has two dicks. Lana is made up like some kind of
extra-terrestial siren, too. They are apparently on a spaceship. She
sucks each of his dicks one after the other. Then she rides what is
presumably the real one. The alien humps her from behind, too, to a
"2001 : A Spece Odyssey" type of a soundtrack. Cum eventually flows onto
her backside. A funny backdrop but not all that great of a scene. The
editing or direction seems weak on these scenes, there's no naturalistic
flow. It's just one position to the next.
There is one non-Lana scene here. It's Janet Jacme and Julian St. Jox.
He's eating her pussy to start and we're looking at her juicy, juicy
butt. Jenet's looking very nice here, overall. She sucks his dick
while he eats her, and makes some slobbering sounds while doing it.
Then he stands up and she gives him the old mouth-fucking action.
Amazingly, they cut away from this almost immediately (boneheads) and
show him in behind her doggie-style. Ooohh, she is hot, and she sounds
even better than she looks. Julian works a thumb in to the butthole.
Then he's soon underneath of her fucking her nice and slow in the shit
canal. He eventually gives it to that muscular little butt hard and
long from a variety of positions, most notably while she's on her side
moaning while we check out those buns of hers from an interesting angle.
He aims for her mouth (she's always right in perfect position to catch
cum) but kind of hits her in the nose instead, with a bit of cum.
Although the editing of this was rather odd, in a bad way, it is the best
scene on the tape and relatively hot.
This tape will give anal freaks some of what they want, but it's not
really all that special. I give it an 8 mostly for the last scene,
which is apparently available somewhere else. If you want to see Lana's
best work, it's not on here - check out "Black Dirty Debutantes", and
"My Baby Got Back" parts 3, 4, and 7 for some great Lana scenes.
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