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Date: Wed, 22 Nov 1995 20:06:27 UTC
Subject: Dunbar Reviews: Candy Factory
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I hadn't rented anything new for some time, so when I first viewed the
latest batch I thought, "These are fucking great!" A second viewing,
however, tempered my enthusiasm. Still, a couple of them were pretty good.
I was going to review all of them in one article, but it was getting too
long, so look for reviews these videos in future articles:
Whispers
Seymore butts: My Travels w/the Tramp
Carnal College 2
Cheers,
Dunbar
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# Candy Factory
c 6.5 1994 Plush, Jim Holiday
. Shayla LaVeaux, T.T. Boy {p.M|D}
. Tammi Ann, Nick East, Steve Drake {p.M|D;e.Br}
. Debi Diamond (Debra Ann Diamond), Kaylan Nicole
. Keisha, Marc Wallace {pc.M;e.Br}
. Debi Diamond, Angela Summers
. Debi Diamond, Nick East
. Alexis DeVell, Mike Horner
. Alexis Devell, Shayla LaVeaux
PLOT: Sally Sugarplum (Alexis DeVell) owns a candy factory operated mostly
by women. A couple of two-bit hoodlums (Wallace and Boy) try to run
a protection scam on her.
COMMENTS: A fairly well made video with an excellent female cast. Shayla,
Tammi, and Alexis are tops with me. Except for some noticeable
looping, there aren't many technical distractions. There's a
good number of full-body shot, although the camera still tends to
stay too tight a lot of the time.
1) A pre-credits sexing between Shayla (Gum Drop) and Boy could be the high
point of video. They do missionary and doggie. I don't recall where
the money shot lands.
2) Tammi and is double-team teamed by Nick East and Steve Drake.
These two guys have been around for a while. They're pretty solid, if
some times mediocre, performers. Much easier to take than a number of
male stars I can think of, though
Tammi Ann is a firecracker, as always. There's no DP which is just
fine with me, but the boys cum all over her chest instead of her
pretty face. What a pity.
3) I tend to FF through lesbian scenes. There's some foot-play (footing?)
that might be interesting to some. I don't think there was really
any penetration, but a couple camera angles make it difficult to tell
for certain, so you can believe it if you want.
4) A brief missionary fuck with a condom. Keisha's a bit heavier
than the last time I saw her, but still attractive.
5) More foot-play this time with Angela's feet. This scene is barely
distiguishable from #3.
6) Diamond's not my favorite, although I can certainly see the appeal.
She actually looks pretty good here. What is Clamidia anyway?
7) Alexis and Mike. Finally. The scenes ruined somewhat by the
annoying sounds Mike makes when he fucks (uh uh uh), and by some
looping. Still I dig Alexis' body.
8) Another lesbiean scene, although with Alexis and Shayla it's pretty
easy to watch.
Eight scenes, although three are girl/girl so they hardly count.
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