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Subject: Paula Price Video Review
Date: Mon, 28 Jul 1997 06:11:25 -0600
Organization: Deja News USENET Posting Service
TITLE: D-CUP DATING SERVICE
PROD. CO. ?
RELEASE DATE: 1992
DIRECTOR: SCOTTY FOX?
CAST: PAULA PRICE, TRACEY ADAMS, VIVANNA, ERIC PRICE, TT BOY, ?
REVIEWER: RADO
RATING: 3.00/4.00
REVIEW:
This has got to be one of those average to good adult videos that the
early 1990s (1990-1992) churned out of the woodwork. The film is good
primarily because the stroyline is simple and the sex scenes sizzle with
the chemistry between the female stars and their partners. The seetings
look cheap but otherwise acceptable due to the performance, particularly,
of the ladies in the film.
The story involves a dating service which features big-breasted
ladies as prime dates for men. There are some interviews here and there of
the daters and datees. The persons are paired and off goes the sex scenes
which do not disappoint. There are four sex scenes but I can only remember
and describe two scenes, albeit briefly, which involve two of my all-time
favorite pornstars. The sex scenes are long, hot and never boring.
PAULA PRICE does a very seductive striptease for Eric Price. She
sucks him. She thoroughly enjoys it as can be seen from her face. He licks
her. They do the whole rotation. Ms. PRICE is truly one of the most
beautiful and erotic ladies ever to grace the pron industry. Seeing her
makes one truly go ballistic or something. For just this scene alone, time
and money is worth spending.
TRACEY ADAMS is a nurse who admisters an ailing TT Boy, But boy, did
he ream her real good. Ms. ADAMS never lost her touch. I guess this would
be one of Mr. Jim Holliday's favorite Patient-Nurse sex scenes. That is,
if he saw this video.
This video is a must-see for diehard PAULA PRICE and TRACEY ADAMS
fans. A definite scorcher, I give it a flat 3.00 on an Imperator scale.
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