From alt.sex.movies Mon Apr 24 11:22:26 1995
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Date: Sat, 16 Jul 1994 23:44:43 UTC
Subject: Review: Certifiably Anal
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# Certifiably Anal
c 1994 Rosebud, Rex Borsky
. Kaylan Nicole, Tom Byron
Kaitlyn Ashley, Joey Silvera {A}
. Kaylan Nicole, Randy West {A}
* Kaylan Nicole, Peter North
. Heather Lee, Randy West
Veronica, Peter North {A}
Plot: No Plot
Technical Quality: Good
Erotic Quality: Fairly Hot
Sex:
This is a Kaylan Nicole Vehicle--she's in 3 out of 4 scenes.
They even give her fan club address at the beginning of the tape.
Kaityn Ashely does missionary, then anal in the same position while
she stimulates herself with vibrator. Meanwhile, Tom takes Kaylan
in an overstuffed chair nearby. They do missionary and doggie. I don't
think there is any anal.
The two scenes are shot completely seperately and then interwoven with
looping in attempt the make it appear as though the action is taking place
at same time. The looping isn't handle very well because they don't just
loop over virtually indistiguishable action (like close-ups) but actually
go back to prior positions.
Suprisingly, Randy's scene with Kaylan is just about the hottest in the
video. Kaylan seems to respond well to him. There'e missionary, then
doggie, and the switches to her ass. Finally he comes on her ass and
pussy, and it drips of her cunt (yes there's actually enought to drip off
of her).
Peter's scene with Kaylan contains no anal. The scene is mainly looping
over a few shoots of her being taken doggie style, then there's a little
bit of missionary (a little more looping) and finally it ends with a
facial. It's not one of Peter's bigger load and the positioning is poor.
He's shooting straight up at her face, so most of it just bouncing off and
falls back down.
I don't actually know which girl is which in the last scene. The one I'm
calling Heather is an attractive fair-skinned woman with dark hair, but she
was irritatingly noisy--lots of high pitch yelping and mewing which may
or may not have faked.
The one I chose to call Veronica is a Latino I think (black hair, brown
skin). She reminded me of Lana Sands at first. She had a pretty hot
body. He fucks her in the ass and shoots a really big load. Hit
shoots from her crotch and most of winds up on the couch, bit a little
bit finds the woman's face.
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Subject: Re: Review: Certifiably Anal
Date: 17 Jul 1994 01:10:48 GMT
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In article <[email protected]>, [email protected] (Dunbar)
writes:
>I don't actually know which girl is which in the last scene. The one I'm
>calling Heather is an attractive fair-skinned woman with dark hair, but she
>was irritatingly noisy--lots of high pitch yelping and mewing which may
>or may not have faked.
>
>The one I chose to call Veronica is a Latino I think (black hair, brown
>skin). She reminded me of Lana Sands at first. She had a pretty hot
>body. He fucks her in the ass and shoots a really big load. Hit
I think you got them switched around. Veronika does a lot of annoying mewing,
and I know the anal scene Peter North did in this video was with Heather Lee
(nice looking but very artificial tits...)
Brad Price
[email protected]
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