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Emerald City, 1994
Directed by: Jim Enright
CAST
Tiffany Mynx, Lacey Rose, Rebecca Bardoux, Nicole London
(NONSEX), Kylie Ireland, Steven St. Croix, Alex Sanders,
Jonathan Morgan, Peter North, Jim Enright (NONSEX), J.B>
(NONSEX)
PLOT
Derived from Tim Burton's "Beetlejuice," Jon and Steve
are two ghosts who try and scare couples Tiffany
Mynx/Peter North and Kylie Ireland/Alex Sanders out of
their house.
SCENE BREAKDOWN
Kylie Ireland/Alex Sanders
He eats her out, she over does the moaning a little bit.
We find out that it is actually better to give than
receive when she asks -- while he's eating her -- "Why do
you get to have all the fun?" She then has fun and blows
him. Then some cowgirl, doggie and the pop shot. He
pulls out, she flips over, and he misses her face,
instead settling for her neck and a drop or two on her
chin. it's all in the timing, and poor Alex dropped the
ball by about 2 seconds...
Tiffany Mynx/Peter North
She looks AWESOME in this red satin bra and panties
set... he goes down on her and she fakes an orgasm. Her
nether regions are bone dry. She gives him a patented
Mynx blow job and they fuck in the patented Peter North
spoon position. Then they go missionary and he blows a
load on her belly and chest. A missed opportunity from
facial aficionado Jim Enright :-(
Jon Morgan/Kylie Ireland/Tiffany Mynx
Jon "leaps" into the body of a repairman to try and scare
the girls away. Instead, he gets laid. (Some guys have
all the luck.) The gals look great in (and out!) of
their outfits. Tiff and Kylie 69 while Jon fucks Kylie
doggie style. They're in position for primo facial...
and he blows it on Kylie's ass. A little drips down onto
Tiff who tries her best to make it all look appealing,
but sadly, no go.
Lacey Rose/Steven St. Croix
Lacey is Madame Zorba a medium who is meant to exorcise
the house. Steve "leaps" into her assistant's (J.B.)
body to convince her otherwise, but settles for fucking
her instead.
I hate her new tits. She was way too vocal in this
scene, IMHO. I thought Teri Weigel had leapt into her
body. very energetic, tho. A good shag standing on the
table, ends with a pop shot on her tits and in her hands.
She rubs the spooge all over her face.
Rebecca Bardoux/Jon Morgan/Steven St. Croix
At Madam Zorba's request, Rebecca comes from the world
beyond to get Jon and Steve out of the house. Since no
ghost can resist the smell of womanhood, they swive.
It's a good one on a staircase with Jon cumming in her
mouth and Steve cumming on her ass.
CONCLUSION
I liked the hell out of this movie. It was so unpretentious
and the script by Morgan was pretty funny on the whole.
Steven St. Croix shows he can play comedy in a Jim Carrey kind
of way pretty well. The sex was decent throughout, though the
endings were not always what I would wish for...
St. Croix has fast become one of my favorite actors. Even in
do nothing roles like he had in the Scarlet Woman, he is
great. Given the opportunity to show off like here or in a
darker vein with Dog Walker, he has the stuff careers are made
of. I think in 10 years when we look at the top actors of the
time, St. Croix will top the list.
RATING
On the Imperial Scale, this one is a 3.35
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