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From: [email protected] (Joel Mathias )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.movies
Subject: Review: Buttman's Big Butt Backdoor Babes: ie. 5B from EA
Date: 29 Aug 1995 04:00:45 GMT
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Buttman's Big Butt Backdoor Babes
Written, directed and produced by the Buttman himself (John Stagliono)
Starring:
Kristi Lynn, Sweetie Pie, Eduarda, Stephanie, Bruna, Keiko, Rocco
Seefredi, Joey Silvera, Alexandro, Guy Disilva, Rego, Raul and Sonya.
Rating: probably worth your rental money, not a scorcher but good smut.
Running time: 2hr 20min, kewl..
If you have seen one of John's movies before you've probably have the
same feeling about this tape. It's good porn that blends the right
amount of sex with the correct amount of dialog and other awkward
verbiage. The camera work is clean, and features lots of emphasis on
the female body (namely the derriere). The music is good. Some of the
women have a little more "cheek cheese" (flabby thighs, bubble butts)
but personally that doesn't bother me. Just warning you in case small
amounts of puppy fat turn you off. All the women are attractive so
there..
Unfortunately, the same Buttman dialog it still there ("oh fuck,
ccccould you bend over, oh fuck..") and it is starting to get a little
old. Kinda like how all that Max Hardcore dialog got old, but not as
fast.
As for the sex, there is a pretty good distribution of locations: on a
bus, on a balcony, sex by the pool, backstage at a strip joint, on a
couch, in an office (uh huh). The anal sex (as alluded to in the
title) is fairly well done (not totally dominant) and is kept in stride
with the oral sex, fingering, and straight vaginal entry.
Hottest scene would involve Sweetie Pie (a blonde who probably could
pass off as Marilyn Martin's sister, love that name) who tries out a
couple Doc Johnson products in her derriere before tackling Rego and
Guy Disilva(sp) on a couch. This woman was pretty enthusiastic about
the anal sex and proved to be somewhat flexible (she did the behind the
ears "like Bugs Bunny" thing a couple of my friends really get off on).
Best of all, she knows how to take a facial! I like a woman that
understands that liquids (i.e. the spoim) seeks their lowest possible
point. First she almost does a half somersault to position her face
under Rego's dick (from a sitting position, resulting in a dollop on
her forehead) then leans her head back to take massive dollop on her
cheek (I think Guy was saving that one for a good occasion, I'da sworn
it was hand-lotion if it didn't come from his dick.)
Stephanie (a long haired Brazillian) looks good and has a decent fuck
with Joey on bus. The scene with Rocco and Kristi Lynn (IMHO) didn't
really live up to its billing although you perves out there might get
into the anal-pain Kristi seemed to endure (sounded a little acted).
Raincoat Roundup:
We gotz: oral, anal, sex in strip club, public blow job, mirrors, mild
hair pulling, ball and ass licking w/ball suck, spit on ass, finger in
ass, boffing on balcony, possible ass to mouth, facial, facial
w/eyeshot, good-massive facial, large breasts, ribbed dildo in ass, #2
butt-plug in ass, secret Private Magazine addiction, boff on bus,
poking near pool, slap fight, woman bitching about how fat her ass is,
shorts three sizes too small, exotic swim wear, and spit on dick.
Database stuff:
Sweetie pie: one G-M facial and one A-G (based on targeting and effort,
not volume).
Keiko: one W-A facial
Stephanie: one W-A facial
one W-A facial by large breasted chick who's name I didn't catch (W
cum-dodger facial notched up to W-A because of eyeshot and wiping dick
over face).
JGrouch
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