FROM: [email protected] (Anonymous)
SUBJECT: REVIEW: Vivid Raw # 2
DATE: 11 Jan 1997 10:49:48 +0100
ORGANIZATION: Replay and Company UnLimited
Vivid Raw # 2
Vivid Video. Kobe Tai, Kim Chi, Becca Chow, Papillion, China Lee, Alex
Sanders, Bobby Vitale, Mitchell Gant, Nick East, Don Fernando. Rating: 2.5
out of 5.
The boxcover advertises the two piece of good news about this video.
All-anal, which it certainly is, and Kobe Tai, Kobe Tai, KOBE TAI! If it
weren锟絫 for a painfully obvious (botched) boob job and that fact that she锟絪
so slim that you wonder how she锟絪 going to take all those cocks the
industry must have waiting to go up her behind, Vivid锟絪 new contract girl锟絪
debut would be unmarred, if annoyingly short. This, however, may not be
exactly be her first movie, unless the Brooke Young in Joey Silvera锟絪
Executions on Butt Row is some sort of twin porn starlet, which is far too
fantastic an idea to exist in a non-genie kind of world.
Her scene with Alex Sanders starts out with a brief interview and some
unimpressive blowjob action, but once he goes down on her, they do some
mish and doggie, then some sideways and reverse cowgirl anal and a pop to
the face, she lights up like a newborn galaxy. Kobe (the name of a region
in Japan famous for its beef) Tai (possibly Japanese for "body," depending
on the reading) says she orgasms three times in this short scene, and I
believe every single word.
Papillion is the only other starlet in this vid who generates even
notable heat, although the only thing besides her makeup that makes her
seem even slightly Asian is her eyelids. Two newcomers, Kim Chi and Becca
Chow, each do a boy-girl thing and then a lesbo thing together, but their
accents (French?) leave more of a lasting impressing than their sex acts.
And the China Lee scene not only appears to have been produced for
something else, but, two minutes in, the editor lays in some music that
COMPLETELY drowns out every one of the filthy comments and salacious moans
she must be spewing out, rendering the scene next to unwatchable, unless
you can锟絫 hear anyway and thus don锟絫 mind.
Consider this a primer for soon-to-be Kobe Tai fans and serious Asian
tail taggers. Renters, watch the first 20 or so minutes, fast forward to
the last 14, rewind and return.
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