SITTIN' PRETTY 2
director: Eric Edwards, 1992. Dreamland Entertainment.
cast: Sunny McKay, Meekah, Sharise, Alex Jordan, Teri Diver, Shawna Mason,
Randy West, Jon Dough, Nick East, T.T. Boy
rating: 2.50
sex scenes:
1. Sunny McKay + Randy West [blowjob only]
2. Meekah + T.T. Boy [doggie, cowgirl]
3. Alex Jordan + Teri Diver [69]
4. Sunny McKay + Randy West [missionary, doggie]
5. Shawna Mason [masterbation]
6. Sharise + Nick East [missionary, doggie]
7. Sunny McKay + Jon Dough [RC, spoon]
Well, just like its prequel, "Sittin Pretty 2" offers no facials or anals.
The sex scenes are hotter and the performances better, but the story does not
pick up where it last left off (both Sunny and Jon are completely new
characters). Here, Sunny plays an aspiring actress being passed around from
agent to agent and getting caught up in Nick's cruel world of betrayalism.
Randy plays her acting coach, as well as her lover. Sharise is the pompous
bitch who can't stand Sunny and doesn't want her cast in any of her
productions.
Sunny and her roommate Meekah are sitting around when Sunny tells her she's
been cast, by her agent Nick, in a major production from Sharise. Later, she
visits Randy and thanks him for all the help he's given her in landing the
role. With that, the pants go down and she gives him a decent blowjob with
lots of close-up shots. Randy fakes a cumshot inside of Sunny's mouth (this
really isn't a scene, but I consider it to be one).
Back at the apartment, Meekah returns with her boyfriend T.T. after picking
him up at the airport. She hasn't seen him for days and he's really tired,
but she sparks some life back into him as she sucks his cock. Meekah, a very
pretty Asian with perfect small breasts, has an eager mouth and proves her
willingness to give great head before he goes behind her and plunges into her
pussy doggie-style. They get into a hot cowgirl with both of them panting
and writhing. A weak cumshot on her left buttock ends this otherwise hot
scene.
Back at work, Randy has his hands full coaching students Alex and Teri with
a few lines, but they end up taking the scene into their own hands. Both
women start to kiss eachother, then suck on eachother's breasts. Randy lets
them be (deciding they need the extra practice to really get into their roles)
and tells them he'll be back to check up on them later. Teri begins tasting
Alex's pussy, having her moaning and wanting more. Alex returns the favor as
Teri sits on a leather sofa-seat. Lots of squealing and smiling, lighting up
their pretty faces as Teri is driven up the wall with ecstasy. They top off
the scene with a 69 and Teri really dives into Alex's muff bringing her to a
wide-eyed frenzy.
Hours later, Sunny and Randy have some more time to themselves and pick up
where they ended last time. This time Randy gives Sunny head before fucking
her missionary then doggie-style. They are really into it - Sunny shows a lot
of enthusiasm than I've ever seen, thrashing and gasping in wild abandon
before he cums on her ass. She smears some cum and sucks her finger, then
they kiss. A very hot scene possibly worth a rewind.
Sunny's hopes are stomped all over as she is fired by Nick on Sharise's
demand. Nick is on the phone with Jon Dough (another agent?) who is
disappointed with his decision. Randy comforts Sunny and promises to take
her on a vacation to Mexico. She later seeks more comfort from her
hairdresser, Shawna Mason, who gives her a relaxing massage. When she's
finally alone, Shawna sits on a couch and starts masterbating. This older
blonde (in her early thirties?) doesn't do much except stick two fingers
inside herself and provides the movie's most boring moment.
Sharise pays Nick a visit in his office and thanks him for firing Sunny by
blowing him. He doesn't suck her back, he immediately fucks her right there
on his couch. They fuck in stride, which is not boring but not too exciting
(just routine if you've seen them together many times before), before doing
it doggie-style. The cumshot on her ass is cut very short.
Feeling guilty about the whole situation with Sunny and Sharise, Nick gets
rid of Sharise and calls up Sunny, apologizing then promising to give her a
list of other agents she can call. Still getting over the pain, Sunny
relaxes at home after Meekah goes off to work. She wakes up by the touch of
Jon Dough (how'd he get in there?). He has crutches and a cast on his left
leg, which has absolutely nothing to do with the story so perhaps the 'real'
Jon Dough had an accident prior to the making of this movie. Anyhow, she
seems glad to see him and he announces the good news that he has taken over
Sharise's production and has re-cast Sunny in the leading role. Jon tells
Sunny, who is speechless, that he knows she'd be perfect for the role except
(with doubt) for the eroticism it calls for. With nothing to lose, she
decides to show him what she's got and they get down to the final scene that
is both hot and lewd. She does a fairly good reverse-cowgirl, then he spoons
her and cums on her stomach and chest, rounding out a series of decent
sexings that churn out this decent rental.
In the end, Sunny and Randy head off to Mexico to celebrate and Nick goes
over to fuck Sharise one more time for the hell of it. A bit confusing at
times as to who some of the characters are (or what is going on), but still
delivering goods, I give this movie a 2.50 for its well-edited sex scenes
carried out by most of the spirited performers. I will miss Alex Jordan
greatly for her on-screen enthusiasm and wholesomeness which she proves,
for example, in her heated girl/girl romp with Teri Diver and with each
next rental I shall see her in, my fondness for her work as an actress will
only grow stronger. Rest in peace, Alex Jordan.
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169 “I can arrange all that.” Such Apaches as had not gone back on the war-path returned to the States with the troops; but there were five months more of the outrages of Geronimo and his kind. Then in the summer of the year another man, more fortunate and better fitted to deal with it all, perhaps,—with the tangle of lies and deceptions, cross purposes and trickery,—succeeded where Crook had failed and had been relieved of a task that was beyond him. Geronimo was captured, and was hurried off to a Florida prison with his band, as far as they well could be from the reservation they had refused to accept. And with them were sent other Indians, who had been the friends and helpers of the government for years, and who had run great risks to help or to obtain peace. But the memory and gratitude of governments is become a proverb. The southwest settled down to enjoy its safety. The troops rested upon the laurels they had won, the superseded general went on with his work in another field far away to the north. The new general, the saviour of the land, was heaped[Pg 305] with honor and praise, and the path of civilization was laid clear. Parliament met on the 10th of January, 1765. The resentment of the Americans had reached the ears of the Ministry and the king, yet both continued determined to proceed. In the interviews which Franklin and the other agents had with the Ministers, Grenville begged them to point to any other tax that would be more agreeable to the colonists than the stamp-duty; but they without any real legal grounds drew the line between levying custom and imposing an inland tax. Grenville paid no attention to these representations. Fifty-five resolutions, prepared by a committee of ways and means, were laid by him on the table of the House of Commons at an early day of the Session, imposing on America nearly the same stamp-duties as were already in practical operation in England. These resolutions being adopted, were embodied in a bill; and when it was introduced to the House, it was received with an apathy which betrayed on all hands the profoundest ignorance of its importance. Burke, who was a spectator of the debates in both Houses, in a speech some years afterwards, stated that he never heard a more languid debate than that in the Commons. Only two or three persons spoke against the measure and that with great composure. There was but one division in the whole progress of the Bill, and the minority did not reach to more than thirty-nine or forty. In the Lords, he said, there was, to the best of his recollection, neither division nor debate! His cheek paled for an instant as the thought obtruded that the man might resist and he have to really shoot him. "Good, the old man's goin' to take the grub out to 'em himself," thought the Deacon with relief. "He'll be easy to manage. No need o' shootin' him." "Them that we shot?" said Shorty carelessly, feeling around for his tobacco to refill his pipe. "Nothin'. I guess we've done enough for 'em already." John Dodd, twenty-seven years old, master, part of the third generation, arranged his chair carefully so that it faced the door of the Commons Room, letting the light from the great window illumine the back of his head. He clasped his hands in his lap in a single, nervous gesture, never noticing that the light gave him a faint saintlike halo about his feathery hair. His companion took another chair, set it at right angles to Dodd's and gave it long and thoughtful consideration, as if the act of sitting down were something new and untried. "Besides," Norma said desperately, "they're only rumors—" "Oh, I've found a way of gitting shut of them rootses—thought of it while I wur working at the trees. I'm going to blast 'em out." During the next ten years the farm went forward by strides. Reuben bought seven more acres of Boarzell in '59, and fourteen in '60. He also bought a horse-rake, and threshed by machinery. He was now a topic in every public-house from Northiam to Rye. His success and the scant trouble he took to conciliate those about him had made him disliked. Unprosperous farmers[Pg 124] spoke windily of "spoiling his liddle game." Ditch and Ginner even suggested to Vennal that they should club together and buy thirty acres or so of the Moor themselves, just to spite him. However, money was too precious to throw away even on such an object, especially as everyone felt sure that Backfield would sooner or later "bust himself" in his dealings with Boarzell. "Let's go home," she said faintly—"it's getting late." HoME干别人老婆嗯啊小说
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169 “I can arrange all that.” Such Apaches as had not gone back on the war-path returned to the States with the troops; but there were five months more of the outrages of Geronimo and his kind. Then in the summer of the year another man, more fortunate and better fitted to deal with it all, perhaps,—with the tangle of lies and deceptions, cross purposes and trickery,—succeeded where Crook had failed and had been relieved of a task that was beyond him. Geronimo was captured, and was hurried off to a Florida prison with his band, as far as they well could be from the reservation they had refused to accept. And with them were sent other Indians, who had been the friends and helpers of the government for years, and who had run great risks to help or to obtain peace. But the memory and gratitude of governments is become a proverb. The southwest settled down to enjoy its safety. The troops rested upon the laurels they had won, the superseded general went on with his work in another field far away to the north. The new general, the saviour of the land, was heaped[Pg 305] with honor and praise, and the path of civilization was laid clear. Parliament met on the 10th of January, 1765. The resentment of the Americans had reached the ears of the Ministry and the king, yet both continued determined to proceed. In the interviews which Franklin and the other agents had with the Ministers, Grenville begged them to point to any other tax that would be more agreeable to the colonists than the stamp-duty; but they without any real legal grounds drew the line between levying custom and imposing an inland tax. Grenville paid no attention to these representations. Fifty-five resolutions, prepared by a committee of ways and means, were laid by him on the table of the House of Commons at an early day of the Session, imposing on America nearly the same stamp-duties as were already in practical operation in England. These resolutions being adopted, were embodied in a bill; and when it was introduced to the House, it was received with an apathy which betrayed on all hands the profoundest ignorance of its importance. Burke, who was a spectator of the debates in both Houses, in a speech some years afterwards, stated that he never heard a more languid debate than that in the Commons. Only two or three persons spoke against the measure and that with great composure. There was but one division in the whole progress of the Bill, and the minority did not reach to more than thirty-nine or forty. In the Lords, he said, there was, to the best of his recollection, neither division nor debate! His cheek paled for an instant as the thought obtruded that the man might resist and he have to really shoot him. "Good, the old man's goin' to take the grub out to 'em himself," thought the Deacon with relief. "He'll be easy to manage. No need o' shootin' him." "Them that we shot?" said Shorty carelessly, feeling around for his tobacco to refill his pipe. "Nothin'. I guess we've done enough for 'em already." John Dodd, twenty-seven years old, master, part of the third generation, arranged his chair carefully so that it faced the door of the Commons Room, letting the light from the great window illumine the back of his head. He clasped his hands in his lap in a single, nervous gesture, never noticing that the light gave him a faint saintlike halo about his feathery hair. His companion took another chair, set it at right angles to Dodd's and gave it long and thoughtful consideration, as if the act of sitting down were something new and untried. "Besides," Norma said desperately, "they're only rumors—" "Oh, I've found a way of gitting shut of them rootses—thought of it while I wur working at the trees. I'm going to blast 'em out." During the next ten years the farm went forward by strides. Reuben bought seven more acres of Boarzell in '59, and fourteen in '60. He also bought a horse-rake, and threshed by machinery. He was now a topic in every public-house from Northiam to Rye. His success and the scant trouble he took to conciliate those about him had made him disliked. Unprosperous farmers[Pg 124] spoke windily of "spoiling his liddle game." Ditch and Ginner even suggested to Vennal that they should club together and buy thirty acres or so of the Moor themselves, just to spite him. However, money was too precious to throw away even on such an object, especially as everyone felt sure that Backfield would sooner or later "bust himself" in his dealings with Boarzell. "Let's go home," she said faintly—"it's getting late." HoME干别人老婆嗯啊小说
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