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Subject: Review: 1001 Cum Shots.
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REVIEW: 1001 Cum Shots
Forward. Porn is illegal in the UK, so it takes time for USA porn to
filter through. The videos we get, usually via Dutch companies who manage
to despatch from inside the UK, can sometimes be months - in some cases a
couple of years - behind its release date in the States.
Review by David Weldon
There seems to have been a shift in American semen placement since I last
saw a video tape compilation of cum shots. Previous compilations I1ve seen
have contained around 90 per cent facials: that is the man ejaculating
over the woman1s face or into her mouth. The other ten per cent of the
ejaculations going either on breasts, butts or pussies. In 1001 Cum
Shots - two hours of very, very short clips from recent USA porn films -
over fifty per cent of the male ejaculations go over female backsides.
Now, I1ve nothing against that, either on film, or in real life. Hey, you
take what you can get, right? However, this seems to me to be a major
semen-zone shift.
This placement-shift from facial to buttocks could be due to the male porn
star1s bad eyesight, his lack of spatial awareness, or the American diet
adversely influencing the taste of semen - yes, diet influences taste,
check it out. Actually, I have my own theory. You see, most of the
clips cut away to the man1s face just before he shoots on the woman1s
buttocks. Almost invariably there is a look of intense strain, almost
angst on the doggy-position guy1s face. These men are really trying. These
are men who have worked a long shift at the coal face. This same strain
doesn1t show on the faces of the men who shoot over women1s faces in the
video.
The doggy-position guy pulls out and what do you see? A guy1s penis
shooting and a female backside thick (or thin, depending on the guy) with
semen. Also, depending on the artistic pretensions of the film director,
the woman1s hand may, or may not, reach back and rub in the jism - but you
don1t see a face. My theory is that the original porn star who started the
scene isn1t there anymore. A body double, or rather, a buttock double, has
taken her place, and that is why they can1t do a facial, can1t show you
the face.
The female porn star is paid for her time, and the guy, who was on top
when he started to bonk her, hasn1t made it in the allotted time. He is
straining, he is having problems, so he pulls out. The girl turns round,
doggy style, they cut to his face, and that1s when they switch, a buttock
double takes the original female star1s place. The original star then
goes to the canteen for her union negotiated tea or lunch break. It would
cost a fortune to have the star work through her tea break. The
buttock-double woman bonks with the guy and takes the ejaculation on her
backside and her face never comes into it. She1s probably reading a book,
or her lines for the next scene while waiting for the guy to finish.
The man? No tea break for him until he1s shoots, hence the strain and
pain on his face. He1s trying like hell to finish before the canteen
shuts. Hell, it1s murder getting a hamburger and coke after hours. Hence
the smile on the face of the guys who can cum quickly enough to to give
facials; they know the canteen will still be open by the time they have
ejaculated.
Don1t worry though, for if, like me, you are a facial fan, there1s still
plenty to enjoy in this video. 1001? Well, I didn't count, but I guess
they must have got close to it. So, on a cost and value basis, this has
to be one of the best value for money videos around, and it also saves you
having to hit the fast forward button to get to the money shots. Every
part of this video is a money shot. Recommended.
This review will be appearing in our next issue.
David Weldon [email protected]
Editor/Publisher tel: 01273 726281 int: +44 1273 726281
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