Producer/Director: Tight End Productions / Bobbi Rinaldi / Ron
Fontana (dir) Starring: Rod Fontana; Randi Storm; Mila Shegol Ian MacDaniel; Veronica
Tony James; Kim Jade; Steve Hatcher; Claudia; Byron Long; Jake Steed Release Date: 2/97
1) Rod plays a gay man running a sex/lingerie shoppe (Ricky Sweet's
House of Sweets). He is pretty freakin funny. Mila is a shop "item".
She does a shopper (some guy, Ian?). Good screwing. No anal. He cums on
her butt and back.
2) Rod yells at two of his girls in a hissy fit. They console each other
(g/g).
3) Rod sends one of his girls out to model some lingerie for some biker
dude. The chick is a blonde with small natural tits. Needs a little more
in the ass department, otherwise ok. Much celuite is reveal upon the screw
scene. He fucks her ass doggy. After pounding away for several minutes,
he pulls out and sprays her asshole with cum and reinserts.
4) One of Rod's girls show up at the wrong place to find two horney
Black gentlemen. She has big nipples. Jake Steed and another guy fuck her.
Jake jerks off onto his stomach (she catches a drop or two), the other
guy jerks a small dribble onto her tongue. Two white dudes show up and
they jerk off on her face. No anal (aww...).
5) Rod (Rick Sweet) brings a model by to a blonde's house. The brunette
has large tits. g/g. Blonde gets fisted up to the knuckles. Scene ends
quickly...
6) Same blonde from last scene turns Rod straight. She has big tits
and they fuck with some energy. She is in a crab position and he pulls
out and cums on her feet over her mouth. She licks her toes. and his dick.
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