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File Date: June 6, 1994
Dist: Video Team
Dir: Jane Waters & Harold Lime
Cast:
Ariana, Kristen (Krista), Victoria, Daphne, Peter North, Dan
Holt (Mike Horner), and Luc Wylder
Synopsis:
The most basic of plots is at work here. Peter North and
his wife (name?) allow her sister (Ariana), her sister's dancer
friends (Krista and name?) and their "manager" (Luc Wylder) to stay
at their place for a while. Everyone fucks around. To make room,
Peter sends the two friends to see Mike Horner, so they could stay
at his empty condo...
Scene Breakdown:
There was no way to identify which Victoria was or which Daphne
was. Krista was billed as Kristen, and Mike Horner was billed as
Dan Holt (A bad typo of his more regular alias Don Hart?). Either
Daphne or Victoria had a horrible scar on both sides of her breasts
where her implants were inserted. Most unattractive. I would sue
her plastic surgeon. So, I referred in my notes to Krista's friend
as "Scar"
The first scene is a quick teaser of Peter and Ariana. Nothing
happens. She quickly sucks his cock a few times, and he wakes up
from a dream.
Ariana/Luc
Then Ariana and Luc get it on. She is pretty enthusiatic about the
whole affair, which makes it fun to watch. However, both
performers are heavily tattoo'd which is not so much a turn-on for
me. After the requisite 8 minutes of fucking, he cums on her face.
This ranks as a fair to good facial, as she takes delight in it.
His volume is not so hot, but his aim is dead on, and she rubs the
cum into her face with his johnson.
Krista/Scar
Next is a typical girl-girl with Krista and Scar. The scars were
really detracting from this scene. The girls were into it enough,
though they weren't going nuts. It was a by the book scene, like
so many others these days.
Ariana/Peter North
Next, Ariana and Peter consummated their earlier tease. She sucks
him off for a while, then he fucks her. He makes up for past sins
by placing his dick virtually in her mouth when he cums. Most of
his cum dribbles out of her mouth onto her other parts, and a
couple of his shots hit her cheek. A good facial. Again, she rubs
it in.
Krista/Scar/Mike Horner
Krista, Scar and Mike Horner (Dan Holt) go at it this time. It's
a pretty tame scene. The girls kiss as Mike cums on their face.
This was not one of Mike's most voluminous pop shots, and Krista
got most of the bounty. Scar did kiss some off though. A fair
facial.
"Wife"/Luc
The movie ends with Wife and Luc going at it. Wife gets into it
and lets Luc cum on her face. This is a better shot than his first
time with Ariana. A long stream of cum hits her laterally, and she
enjoys it. Volume, consistency and splash-to-miss ratio rank this
a good facial.
CONCLUSION:
Harold Lime, IMHO, hasn'd done anything worthwhile in
years, and I partially subscribe to the Jane Waters (as well as
Judy Blue) is Paul Thomas theory. The story (why do I keep looking
for them in porn?) was just enough to hang reasons to get people
together on. The acting was not there because there was none
needed, really. The unknown quanity of the stars made this a risky
rent which didn't really pay off. I was hoping for more from this
entry in the Chug-A-Lug franchise, but I was let down.
Rating: 2.00
Check out information for this movie at Heretic's Adult Film Database: Chug-a-lug girls 4 (1994).
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