SITTIN' PRETTY
director: Jerry Ross, 1990. Dreamland Entertainment.
cast: Sunny McKay, Heather Hart (=Heather Mills), Trixy Tyler (=Carrie Breeze),
Alicyn Sterling, Ashley Nicole, Jon Dough, Joey Silvera.
rating: 1.00
sex scenes:
1. Heather Hart + Jon Dough [RC, doggie, missionary]
2. Trixy Tyler + Joey Silvera [missionary, RC, doggie]
3. Ashley Nicole + Jon Dough [69, missionary, spoon]
4. Sunny McKay + Alicyn Sterling [69]
5. Sunny McKay + Jon Dough [RC, doggie]
This movie's resources were practically wasted. There were no anals or
facials. Both Alicyn and Trixy were pre-boob job here, too. The film
quality was ok, as was editing, but the heat did not rise as much as it should
have; most of the sex was quite boring, even those looking for a nice "couples"
film will look elsewhere.
Jon is a bored and depressed salesman who's slipping through the cracks at
work; he can't get reports in on time, he's always late for work and he's on
the verge of losing his job. Secretary Heather Hart (with shorter than
shoulder-length hair) wants to help him out, but all Jon tells her is that
he's depressed about everything; he's simply bored with life in general. She
makes him see the light, however, when she finishes off a report for him.
What can he do to thank her? Well, she's at his house anyway, and nobody
else is around...
Heather and Jon start kissing eachother then she licks his chest up and down.
She gives him a really boring blowjob before sitting on him for a reverse-
cowgirl (her pussy looks cute with just a bit of hair above her clit). They
do a doggie then missionary before he pulls out and cums all over her belly.
She smiles and tells him she'd help him out with his reports anytime.
The next day, Joey Silvera (Jon's boss) looks over the report and is
astonished. We cut to a studio where model-spokesperson Sunny McKay is
taping a commercial for a perfume from Paris. We cut again to Jon's
girlfriend, Ashley Nicole, who calls him up and invites him over for a drink.
He tells her he's too tired and she asks him to call her back when he's up
to it. Back at Joey's place, girlfriend/wife Trixy Tyler (with waist-long
blonde hair and a blonde bush) notices he's in high spirits over Jon's report.
Joey's so happy that things at work may finally be back to normal and he
celebrates with a quickie.
A nice blowjob starts off the scene but things go downhill from there. They
fuck missionary, reverse-cowgirl, then doggie style. Trixy gives Joey a
handjob 'til he cums (some of it dribbling down her hand, most of it landing
on him). Ho-hum.
The next night, Jon is watching tv and becomes completely absorbed to the
tube when he watches the perfume commercial. Fantasizing about Sunny, he
wishes he could have a girlfriend just like her. Speaking of girlfriends,
Ashley calls him up again and tells him that if he doesn't give her the time
of day anymore, she'll find some other guy who will. He tells her that he's
just really tired and bored lately to do anything and that he really does
love her. She tells him to prove it, and Jon rushes over to her place.
Ashley starts off by giving Jon a weak blowjob that ends up with her getting
on top of him for a 69. They fuck missionary style and Ashley squeals with
delight. She enjoys it some more when he spoons her and then he cums on her
pussy and chest. Ashley looks really good here and if it wasn't for her fake
boobs, she'd have a really beautiful natural body.
After a long and tiring photo-shoot, Sunny heads back to the dressing room
where she gets a massage from Alicyn. Alicyn asks her if she knows anything
about the guy who keeps sending her flowers and who keeps wanting to meet her,
but Sunny is so relaxed from the massage, she just wants to change the
subject. Suddenly their clothes come off and they muff it out with a 69.
There's hardly any kissing at all here, just rubbing and touching. Alicyn's
the first to reach orgasm with Sunny eating her out from behind, then Sunny
rides Alicyn's face and reaches her own searing orgasm.
The next day, the still-depressed Dough-boy is driving around town and ends up
going to the studio where he dresses up as a security guard to get inside.
Sunny finishes another photo-shoot (with a cameo appearance by Ron Vogel) then
Jon approaches her when the coast is clear. He admits that he's the guy who's
been sending her flowers and wanting to see her so badly. He tells her he
always imagines her in sexual situations and doing naughty things, then she
wonders what she can do to help - fulfill his fantasies of course!
Another slow-moving blowjob starts off this scene - that actually gets hot.
She reverse-cowgirls him in fine fashion then takes it doggie style. She
screams and writhes as Jon keeps pounding away, worried that this may all be
just another imagination. She turns over on her back as he shoots his load
on her chest. Totally spent, Sunny tells Jon she really wants to see him
again and from there we have our ending as Jon is suddenly back to his chipper
self, turning into the best salesman of his company again (what the company
does is beyond me).
A very slow-moving vehicle, this movie doesn't offer anything new or exciting.
The only scenes to watch are the last two McKay bouts and unfortunately, while
Sunny is definitely "Pretty", this movie will probably end up "Sittin'" on
video store shelves for a long time. Overall, an Imperial rating of 1.00.
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