Released: Mar 28th, 2013
Running Time: 111 Min.
Director: B. Skow
Company: Girlfriends Films, Inc.
DVD Extras: Still Gallery(ies), Trailer(s)
Cast: Jayden Jaymes, Kurt Lockwood, Steven St. Croix, Tommy Pistol, Diana Prince, Marie McCray, Zoey Holloway, Jessie Rogers
Critical Rating: AAAA
Luke, a sadistic, self-hating movie star who likes to push his lovers to the edge of breakdown, meets his match during a sex-fueled weekend bender, when he tangles with Cindy, a beautiful 22-year-old who attempts to blackmail him with personal information spilled under the influence. Luke goes along with her gambit—seeing it as a way to fuck with her head—only to discover that Cindy really does know his darkest secret: In a drunken rage, he nearly killed his teenage girlfriend 18 years ago. The revelation becomes even more shocking when Cindy delivers a mind-blowing twist that sends Luke reeling. Is she just playing him? Or is this karmic payback for all of Luke's prior sins? Truth Be Told, the answer’s inside.
You can't go wrong opening a movie with a shot of a mansion, and moving inside, beautiful blonde Jessie Rogers giving head to Kurt Lockwood, and from there, her letting him fuck her anal horsie style, anal mish, anal reverse cowgirl, anal piledriver and anal mish by the tub, with a bunch of b.j. (and a little labia licking) in between—all of which Steven St. Croix is listening to a couple of rooms away as he sips his drink.
But Steven's more than simply an audio voyeur; he's the one who set the two of them up, and now that Kurt's warmed her up, she's ready to give Steven head, get finger-fucked to ecstasy ... and finally get her pussy fucked five ways to Sunday before he splooges on her tongue.
We then find out that Steven is a "famous Hollywood actor"—and a real asshole who wants Jessie to leave him and walk down the street wearing nothing so "everybody will know what a whore she is."
By contrast, the very next scene is a tender one, with Jayden Jaymes and Diana Prince exploring each other's bodies, with plenty of tit licks, muff dives, finger-fucking, 69 and whatever else two babes can do on St. Croix's pool table—and of course, he has to get his taste too ... until the plot intervenes in the form of Marie McCray, who after watching St. Croix go down on the two ladies hesitatingly joins him in the licking, then moves over to another new entrant, Tommy Pistol, for a hot hand-and-blow job.
Marie's not a hooker, she tells St. Croix; she just needs to help her girlfriend with some medical bills, so she offers to make out with him for a while—and of course, that leads to b.j., cowgirl and reverse on the couch, then doggie and mish before he pops on her chest. The session appears to last into the night, since it ends with the pair sitting on the kitchen floor in near darkness, and St. Croix telling her his life story as she rubs his balls. Trouble is, he confesses to killing a guy who turns out to have been Marie's father, and she promptly tries to blackmail him for $10 million.
He passes out on the floor, and she puts him to bed. He says his murder confession was bullshit, and she seems to accept that as she climbs aboard for more fucking. But as he's rubbing her clit with his thumb, she reveals that she's his daughter. Or is she? The reality of the situation doesn't seem to matter as she begins to bounce on his cock, but they continue to discuss it even as they're building toward orgasm—and he slaps her just as he cums.
Finally the truth comes out: Marie's not his daughter—but she is the lover of his ex-girlfriend Zoey Holloway, and the two ladies have a hot bed scene that includes tit and pussy licks, Zoey chowing Marie's pussy to orgasm, and a final scissoring that leaves both satisfied.
There's hardly anything not to like about this movie. The acting is good, the sex is even better, and the plot is interesting.