FROM: [email protected] (lamont)
SUBJECT: Morgan Fairlane in "Ass Openers #7--thumbs down
DATE: 3 Jan 1997 14:14:02 -0700
ORGANIZATION: b. lamont gunther & assoc.
This video, and I suspect the entire series, is horrible. I suggest that
even Morgan Fairlane fans skip this one and try to find another one of
hers.
Morgan frames the entire video: she appears on camera in a short, peach
sheath cocktail dress on the decking of the pool. She gets undressed,
plays in the water, strokes and spreads her ass. She lies on a lounge
chair and discovers a video camera nearby. When she peers in the eyepiece,
she sees a naked woman squatting over a sprinkler, letting the water
caress her pussy. And that is how this totally unforgetable video
proceeds. Each time Morgan looks into the camera, a new lame sex scene
unfolds, and I mean lame. There must be 10 scenes, lots of girl on girl
sex, many of scenes fairly short, containing not one exciting moment.
Finally a guy walks up to the deck chair where Morgan is peering into the
camera, and eventually, in the last scene, they do have sex. The problem
is that no chemistry exists between Morgan and the actor (don't know who
he is). The fault lies not with Morgan but with the director and the
actor. She deepthroats his massive cock several times, but no heat is
generated. He fucks her in the pussy, then in the ass, a sequence that is
as bland as all the scenes in the rest of the video. The highlight, and
that is stretching things a bit, occurs after he cums on her face. She
immediately swallows his cock all the way and keeps him there while he
groans and sighs, then she sucks him a while. That's it, the most dramatic
moment of the entire video.
You have to fastforward 40 minutes just to get to Morgan's scene. It just
isn't worth it.
lamont
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