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Date sent: Thu, 26 Sep 1996 02:26:23 -0400
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Subject: Review: Slippin' in Through the Out Door
Slippin' in Through the Out Door - Seymore Butts
Starring: Taylor Hayes; Gina Winters; Morgan Fairlane; Tom Byron; Mark Davis;
Hakan, and Ron Jeremy
Produced: 6/6/96
Someone else has mentioned this movie saying they liked it except the
first scence. I thought it was the first scence that made the movie with
Morgan Fairlane. To each his/her own... I thought the movie ran downhill
from there. Seymore should invest less time on time-wasting stunts.
1) Starts with a review of scenes from American Tushy. They show all of the
highlights in case you don't feel like renting it. It picks up with the last
scene from American Tushy. Seymore goes to the office and Ron Jeremy shows
up. Ron accuses Hakan of stealing his girlfriend. The girl Morgan is a
good-looking blonde, dark eyes and a big mouth. She says she is new to the
business. She has a long ugly tatoo on her left shoulder. She is a
dancer/bacherlor party girl from Salt Lake; and she's a Mornon. Says she'll
do a threesome with both of them (Ron and Hakan). Her body is pretty good.
Real tits too, her skin isn't the best in the world, but I don't mind. I
don't care what anyone says, this Hakan dude IS goofy-looking!
She is very well lubricated, naturally. They eat her, she blows them, they
screw. She has a pretty big clit as well. She also does pretty good
deepthroat. Then while scrweing her doggy, Ron slips a couple of fingers up
her ass, then thows his dick in there; goes in pretty easily. Very well shot
doggy anal shot, with Ron pulling out and going in; good dilation and a very
sloppy pussy. Then a DP with Ron up her ass. They screw for a while then do
a count-down, they both pull out and spray her butt crack with cum. Not
quite a tunnel cum shot, but close. Gets a thumbs up!
Hakan packs up his shit and goes back to Europe (Don't hurry back on my
account).
2) Seymore wastes some of our time reading a porno mag while listening to his
phone messages. Then Gina and Taylor show up. Gina is a short, petite
brunette and Taylor is a taller brunette with big tits and leather pants.
Seymore fingers Gina while Taylor provides additional stimulation. After
Gina 锟絚ums', they do the same to Taylor. She breaks out a dildo and Gina
rims out her asshole. She also 锟絚ums' and either pees or squirts something
out of the dildo. Then they stick some ball-shaped dildo up Gina's ass.
Then they DP her with another dildo.
3) Next day, Taylor shows up. He shows her his fish collection and she knows
all about them. This is interesting in a weird way. She really knows a lot
about
saltwater aquarium fish. Anyway I digress...
Tom shows up and before you know it (but after a long telephone sequence
featuring his Mom), Taylor is blowing him. They finger her and she pees on
them. Then she fucks Tom with a condom (boo). She squirts on him then takes
it up the ass RAC. Then he lays on his back and jerks off while she sucks
his nuts. He cums and sprays in her mouth and she sucks him off and spits it
out as fast as she can get that shit out.
4) Gina shows up while Taylor and Tom are showering. Another long phone
conversation with his Mom. Soon a three-way with Tom breaks out. Taylor
masturbates and pees some more. Tom screws Gina standup doggy, then they
lube him up and he shoves his dick up her ass, as she is sitting on a sink
(no condom). He pulls out and cums on her pussy.
5) Later that evening he opens his door to find the two girls giving Mark
Davis head on his porch. They cum inside and get it on. He screws Gina,
then anals her doggy-style. Mark's cock is thicker than most porn stars so
it is a pleasure seeing him anal someone. He ends this by jerking a few
dribbles onto their tongues.
6) Interview with Gina, explaining the business. The movie ends with some
more previews. No sex, just a promise to see more later...
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