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From: [email protected] (Brad Williams )
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Subject: Review : "Anal Lover3"
Date: 24 Jun 1995 18:51:02 GMT
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Reviewing a Rosebud video is pretty simple and straight-forward. Since
there's no plot,characters,set-up or dialogue to speak of, the
sex(anal) is the entire point. With a great cast of butts here, that's
not so bad:)
Anal Lover 3. Dir.Rex Borsky.Rosebud. Careena Collins,Lana Sands,Krysti
Lynn,Jon Dough,Julian ST. Jox,TT Boy,Joey Silvera.1995.Approx.65min.
Shot-on-video.
As with any Rosebud/Borsky vid, we jump right into the action, and some
great action it is! TT is with Satomi,Lana Sands(*hot*) with St.Jox,
and Collins is all over the place. She is really into this one, rimming
and blowing ST.Jox while he doggies Sands, getting doggied by TT Boy,
and then getting a pretty intense mouth-fuck from St. Jox. All the
noise Collins' put out is only matched by the wondeful ass of Lana
Sands, and we get some great doggie-style shots with her and ST.Jox
that really illustrates that magnificent rear. A super cunnilingus
scene with Sands shoving it all over St.Jox's mouth and face, and
loving it. There's some slo-mo anal entry by Boy, and a blast to the
back. St.Jox takes a dual-BJ from Collins and Sands, and delivers a
decent facial. I'm not the biggest "butt-fan" in the world, but this
scene was super for me!
Krysti Lynn and Jon Dough have some rough sex-play with spanking and
vocal degradation. Well-done, and Lynn's doggie with him looks great. A
sizzler of a missionary anal followed by a blast close the festivities.
More great butt, and more good sex. Plenty of too close-up close-ups,
but if you watch Rosebud often, you know what to expect.
Satomi and ST.Jox take a while to get the heat going as she gives him a
rather lackluster BJ, and generally wastes time here. Then, one helluva
a RAC starts out of this boredom and we're smokin' again! Good
close-ups of Satomi(a good butt,too) taking St.Jox(well-hung Dude) to
the hilt in the RAC position.
The finale really tops this wall-to-wall butt-a-thon off right. Collins
and Sands and Dough and Silvera have a 4some(kind of a 3some because
Silvera doesn't fare too well). Good oral work by Joey on the
writhing,quivering Collins, and Dough and Sands cowgirl and spoon, and
Sands convinced me that she came here. As Joey struggles with
interest(must have had a long day), Dough gives a very vigorous
anal-doggie to Sands, followed by a monster facial to the
face/hair/chest of Sands. As grungy as Dough looks these days, he seems
really into it, especially when he's performing anal with the likes of
Sands and Lynn. Collins is hot as hell here, it's too bad Silvera looks
like he needs to consider retirement, or vehicles that let him act some
more.
If you're an "ass-man," you gotta get your mitts on this one. If not,
you may soon be a convert like me after watching Sands,Collins, and
Lynn really use their ass-ets to the best of their ability.One of the
best "butt" and "anal" oriented tapes out there. Unlike Buttman
material, there isn't any tease or set-ups to speak of, but the scenes
in here are great. A well-earned 3.3 for this effort by Borsky.
Technically, it's pretty good for a one-day wonder, but not having to
worry about plots or acting helps,too:)
Brad
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