From: [email protected] (lamont)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.movies
Subject: Morgan Fairlane in "Up & Cummers #32"
Date: 15 Jan 1997 01:41:03 -0700
Of all the videos I've seen so far, "Up & Cummers #32" offers the best
introduction to Morgan Fairlane. You do pay a price, however. You have to
sit through the first two scenes, which contain the most interminably
boring sex I've seen in a long time, interminable even in fast forward
mode. In scene 1 Randy West plays with Kinna, who is attractive but
possesses fake tits. Nothing these two do is exciting. In scene 2, claudia
and linda, two pretty blondes, but one with ugly fake tits, go on and on
lapping at one another throughout the entire scene, resorting not once to
a dildo or other toy to add variety or excitement. I can't imagine any
porn veteran getting excited over watching these two ladies tumbling
around on the bed.
Scene 3 offers a bonanza by comparison. Randy, holding the camera,
interviews Morgan who is standing at the edge of a balcony overlooking the
pool. It is an interesting locale, what looks like condos scattered around
a rural pasture in the background. As Morgan starts answering questions,
the wind keeps lifting her attractive, short dress, revealing that she is
wearing nothing underneath. Morgan looks really good, light blonde hair,
bangs, ruby red lipstick that makes her lips look thicker. I also noted
for the first time that she has a wide mouth, which kind of startled me.
No wonder she can deepthroat big cocks in the bat of an eye.
The sound is horrible, unfortunately. You get to hear Randy ask dumb
questions because he is close to the mic, but Morgan's voice fades badly.
However, what you can hear suggests that she is fairly bright. On the
other hand, the fact that she is smoking suggests otherwise and detracts
from her overall desirability. She does pretty well carrying the inane
conversation. She tells us that she used to live in Denver and has worked
as a dancer, a kennel attendant, and a waitress.
She moves into the bedroom where she demonstrates how she can pulsate her
pussy so that it spreads open by itself, without use of her hands. This
excites Randy no end. When Vince Voyer enters the bedroom, he is better
able to contain his excitement when Morgan does her trick for him. The
banter between the three of them continues. Morgan eventually starts
deepthroating Vince in long sequences. One of Randy's limitations as a
director is that he doesn't understand the word edit. He keeps shooting a
particular sequence forever, which is usually bad news. But for deepthroat
fans, this liability turns into an asset in this instance.
The entire scene is nothing but informal, with banter continuing
throughout. Morgan deepthroats Vince into a full erection, which takes a
little while. When he is hard she quips "this ain't a short dick" and adds
something about it being thick. She goes back to deepthroating him. He
then starts parodying a song called "Ain't no short dick man," which
breaks up poor Morgan who is choking on his dick, sending her reeling
backwards to land on the bed. There you go, nice, informal, spontaneous
frivolity. She regains her composure and swallows him whole, keeping her
face pressed up against his pelvis a long time in a dramatic display of
throat control. When she backs off she spreads her pussy for the camera to
show how deepthroating has gotten her all wet. Sure looks like it. They 69
a bit then fuck a while.
Mr. Marcus enters the room. She deepthroats him to get him hard while
Vince fucks her from the rear. When Marcus gets fully erect, Randy
showcases Morgan's oral talent by having her deepthroat Marcus twice,
slowly. Randy got this one right. The camera is in close as she manages to
take Marcus's enormous wanger completely down her throat, although the
last two inches is quite a struggle.
Marcus and Vince take turns fucking her in various positions. Red hand
prints where they have been slapping her ass reveal that she shows marks
quite readily.
With Marcus on his back, she grips the base of his cock in one hand and
sucks the top half of him (no deepthroat here) until he cums in her mouth.
This is an internal cum shot which you can't see because she keeps sucking
him. She lets the cum slip down the length of him as she releases it from
her mouth. This may sound exciting but visually it doesn't work very well.
Vince then fucks her ass for a short while. Then, as he leans back on the
bed, Morgan pumps the lower half of his cock with one hand while sucking
him to orgasm. Once again the cum shot is internal, which means you don't
see the cum spurting out and you don't see much cum afterwards.
Had this scene been shot by a director more competent than Randy West, the
sex, especially the oral sex, would have sizzled. Randy just doesn't have
the knack, at least not yet. Nevertheless, Morgan is showcased pretty
well: she looks great and demonstrates that she knows how to suck. This is
a must see for her fans and a good introduction for those who don't know
who she is.
lamont
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