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1995, Vivid
Directed by F.J. Lincoln
CAST
Teri Weigel, Asia Carrera, Anna Malle, Jen Teal, Shelby
Stevens, Marc Wallice, Vince Voyeur, Nick East, Hank
Armstrong, Tom Byron
SYNOPSIS
Teri is gangster Tom Byron's moll. His safe gets robbed and
she's a prime suspect. Since the cops (Wallice and Voyeur)
have him under surveillance, they need to place Teri under
house protective custody to protect her...
SCENE BREAKDOWN
Teri Weigel/Tom Byron
An orgy of food and sex. No sooner does Tom look at her
that she starts screaming. Now I remember why I didn't
miss her all that much while she was away... also her
tits look ridiculous. She looked so great in Playboy
almost 10 years ago... and she would look just as great,
if not for those silly tits.
They feed each other food and sex. Teri is shaved clean.
Tom cums on her tits.
Asia Carrera/Nick East
I don't know who these people are, or how we got into the
country, but here they are fucking.
The wind is making a ton of noise on the microphone so it
sounds like a damned thunderstorm. A standard three
positions and pop scene. FJ probably called it in from
the car.
Nick eats, she eats. Cowgirl, missionary, cums on tits.
Teri escapes from her house. This movie would have you
believe that in making a quick getaway, it is best to buckle
up and adjust your mirrors first.
Teri goes to see her seer, Asia -- who tells her that she will
make it through the ordeal alive... talk about an unnecessary
character...
Teri Weigel/Jen Teal
Teri comes back, apologizes to the cops, and calls her
masseuse, Jen Teal, who comes over, rubs her down with
some oils, and proceeds to engage in lesbian sex.
Anna Malle/Hank Armstrong
Teri shoots porn movies to make ends meet, and a little
contract on her head won't stop her. She shoots Anna and
Hank having sex.
There's some silly talking here. Teri also manages to
jill herself while shooting video. I guess that explains
all the shaky camerawork.
The grossest part was as Anna was getting fucked doggie
style, her tits were hanging down, and you could see the
seams and puckers of her silicone/saline pouches though
her skin. YUCK!!!
Doggie, Missionary, Spoon anal, then Hank cums on her
box.
Shelby Stevens
A solo act to make this movie a little longer. She does
what I guess is a number from her dance act. A little
too fake energetic for my tastes. No need to try so
hard, the camera is much more intimate than Bob's Classy
Lady...
She uses a dildo on her self while her overhuge tits move
like molasses in winter...
Teri Weigel/Marc Wallice/Vince Voyeur
The moment we've been waiting for. Teri's been cleared
of the charges, and the cops are going home... "So soon?"
asks Teri before she gives them a ride.
Happily, Teri has a dick in her mouth for most of the
scene, so her inane screaming is rather muffled.
We also get a DPP which makes her scream, but we'll let
this one go, because I would probably scream too.
Vince cums on her back, and Marc on her tits.
CONCLUSION
The cops leave with saying "There'll never be anyone like
Teri." I hope so, that screaming is too much.
This movie was pretty crappy. I watched it just out of a
sense of duty and some pictures of Teri posted on
alt.binaries.pictures.pornstar put her in mind.
I guess she'd only work with FJ -- the fella who gave her her
start -- for her "Encore" and I don't know if he isn't past
his prime now... I haven't seen anything from him in a while,
but after this, I don't know if I will for a while...
RATING
Rent only if you're a Teri fan.
On the Imperial Scale: 2.10
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