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File Date: June 6, 1994
Dist: Western Visuals
Dir: Uncredited
Prod: Hector Castaneda
Cast
Sierra, Melanie Moore, Tiffany Ray, TT Boy, Peter North, Sean
Michaels, Julian St. Jox (sic)
Synopsis
This may be a compilation tape (most of the Oral Majority
series is -- though I haven't seen any of these scenes before) plus
there is no credited director, however they all are shot in the
same style and they all feature Sierra.
Most of the movie is shot with an annoying "film effect" found on
some mid-range video processors. The effect becomes more grating
as you watch it, because it looks like everything was shot through
gauze and the movements are herky-jerky. Also, the music tends to
drown out all of the moans and groans, making it like an early
Andrew Blake effort, with none of the artistry, color, beauty or
talent.
Scene Breakdown:
Sierra/TT Boy
The tape starts out with a scene between TT Boy and Sierra. The
scene is pretty by the numbers, she eats him, he eats her, they
fuck, he cums on her face. TT is generally a lame shooter, and he
does not deviate here. He plops a puny load on her face, and she
tries to make the best of it. Fair.
Peter North/Sierra/Not-Melanie Moore
Next is scene with Peter North, Sierra and a blonde who is billed
as Melanie Moore, but definately is _NOT_ Melanie Moore. They
play two french maids hired by one of Peter's friends to clean his
apartment. Soon, they are cleaning each other's pussy's with their
tongue. Peter gets all hot and bothered then leaves. A straight-
ahead girl-girl ensues, until Peter comes back. He then dutifully
fucks them both, then Sierra starts sucking his balls. I groan, I
see it coming. Peter shoots his load all over her belly and tits,
missing her face, since his cock is so long, it extends over it
while she sucks his balls. Beat. No hard ons for me yet...
Sierra, Tiffany Ray and Julian St. Fox
Then Sierra, Tiffany Ray and Julian St. Fox go at it in an arty
kinda way. Again, the "film effect" becomes obtrusive. There is
nice interaction between Tiffany and Sierra as they both lap at
Julian's cock. Sierra and Tiffany alternate with Julian, until
Julian cums on Tiffay's face. However, gravity being what it is,
not much lands there. Still no boner.
TT Boy/Sierra
Sierra and TT Boy have another scene, this one very short (4
minutes or so). He fucks her then cums on her face. His first and
biggest shot soars over her face, and he dribbles the rest on her
chin. This is getting me depressed.
Sean Michaels/Sierra
Finally, Sean Michaels and Sierra go at it. He has a huge dick.
I was getting bored with the whole flick at this point, and the
film effect was driving me nuts, so I zipped through, and he cums
on her face. Gravity was on his side, however, his sperm count
wasn't, and he dribbled on her chin. I wanted to weep.
CONCLUSION
I was not excited in the least with this movie. Oral
Majority films in the past were generally good for a monster shot
or two, and this struck out. I would not recommend this video at
all, except maybe to the most die-hard Sierra fan, and even then
with some reservations. If it wasn't for Sierra, this would have
been unwatchable stuff.
Rating
Into every life a little rain must fall, and if you're lucky you'll bring an umbrealla to this one. A 2.00 sucks, so its saying something that this ranks only a 1.25
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