These reviews were written by a man who loves black women;
hopefully these films will add to one's enjoyment of women in
general. They do for me, anyway.
My Baby Got Back #9
By now you might have noticed that I go for these MBGB tapes. This is the
great series, the Odyssey of Black porn. And #8 was the best porno tape
that I've ever seen. So I had big expectations for this tape (which is
also directed by Tom Stone), but after seeing it a few times I must say
that it's not up to that high level.
The theme this time is a pool party. We see Naomi and Lana Sands making
out for a while, including some nice titty-licking and gobbling of each
others' pussy juice. After a while Byron Long? comes in and the girls
jump him. They suck on his ding-dong and he munches on their pussy holes.
We watch as Byron's cock goes from soft to (hugely) erect over the course
of this oral play. Lana picks up a camera and supposedly shoots some
footage while Naomi rides his dick with her tall body. Next he stuffs
her doggie-style. He eventually comes on both their pretty faces. Lana
is beautiful as always, but I wouldn't say this scene is especially hot.
Next, we go out poolside. The girls invite some friends over for a party.
Amidst some floating around, hanging out, and water sports, (this is
pretty cool, everybody seems to be having fun) eventually some sexual
shenanigans start to develop. Two guys start dry-humping Onyx, who's
looking excellent here. Some guy seems really into Cherokee. Now Onyx is
sucking some guy's dick, in broad daylight out where the others can see
her. She looks really good doing it, too. I never had really been
turned on by Onyx before, she seemed likeable enough but not my type.
Here with long straight dark hair, she's looking very sexy though. I
want her to put those lips to work and suck those cheeks in around MY
dick.
Now there's cock sucking and pussy eating going on all over the pool.
Maybe I should mention at this point that the women in the film are
Lana, Naomi, Midori, Onyx, Mahogany, Cherokee. The guys are Mr. Marcus,
Byron Long, Guy DeSilva, and "Weed". And most of them are engaged in
promiscuous sexual activity at this point.
The first pussy penetration is Marcus into Onyx. He gets her doggie-style
too, while the others peek over and giggle. He eventually comes right
onto and into her mouth.
Cherokee and DeSilva go inside to engage in some cunnilingus on a pool
table. And some fellatio too (though she cheats, using her hand -
Cherokee is apparently not much of a deep throater). They fuck, of
course,
Now Midori, who I've heard a lot of hype about, calls Marcus inside.
Midori looks nice in her thong, but I wouldn't by any means put her up
with the greats in the industry such as Janet J. or Lana. She's not
that special looking. She does take Marcus up the butt reverse-cowgirl
style, though, while the others watch. The load goes on her face and
hair. It's the movie's only anal scene, actually.
There's more fucking and sucking. Sometimes the girls look pretty hot
with their big asses hanging out of the water. The sex isn't really very
special though.
The movie's fun, with the pool setting, but the sex isn't hot at all.
I give the tape a 7.5. I'm hoping for more in future endeavors from
the Baby Got Back people.
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