Subject: Review: Anal Adventures of Max Hardcore #11: Grand Prix
From: [email protected] (Herbie_the_Dentist)
Date: Thu 26 Sep 1996 00:52:31
The Anal Adventures of Max Hardcore - #11
Grand Prix
Starring: Roxanne (screen name Cindy), dirty blonde; Brooke
Dunne, blonde; Dallas D'Amour, Asian-looking woman, dark hair.
1) Cindy (a.k.a. Roxanne from The Hitchhiker #7), great tits, pretty
face, nice body. Roxanne has slightly blemished lower legs and a
British accent. Max eats her then fingers her. Achieves the four
finger legal limit (The American Fist-Fuck'). She gives him a BJ,
then fucks her in a chair. Max fingers her bunghole. He then anals
her. This leads to some anal pucker shots with nicely filmed views,
but her asshole doesn't truly dilate. They do some RAC, then a
Max Press. He ends this one by jerking off on her asshole then he
reinserts. OK scene, too bad she doesn't achieve good sustained
dilation. I must say I like her body a lot!
2) Brooke is a fake(?) blonde, slightly older, big boobs. Max meets
her on the road outside his house. They play the lost woman trick,
"excuse me can you give me directions too..." So much for plot.
She gives him a throaty BJ and eats his asshole. Max bends her
over to reveal a nice big butt. He screws her doggie with some
nice pussy pullout shots. She lays down and he does some hand-work (I
like her pussy); he pulls her cunt open and gets most of his hand
in there. The he starts to finger her ass. Three fingers up her ass,
then four! Yeah! Max then anals her with good dilation. He does the
Max overhead butt diver while he spreads her pussy. This is shot
like his earlier videos, pretty good. Max saws away at her for a
while, but he starts getting limp so he goes for BJ and finishes
with a facial.
3) Back to the races. Dallas is either Asian , Black, Hispanic or a
combination of all. Starts with ht e boring old BJ. She has larger
than average natural tits; fat waist, ok legs, tattoos on thigh,
eyebrow ring and a pussy ring. Max fingers her and spreads her gash wide.
Gets four fingers in there. He fingers her ass then anals her.
Also ends this one with a facial. No good anal dilation.
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