Released: Sep 01st, 2001
Running Time: 81
Director: Alex Ladd
Distribution Companies: Sin City Entertainment
Cast: Mark Anthony (I), Eve (II), Alexandra Quinn, John Strong, Cheyne Collins, Guy DiSilva, Billy Glide, Michele Raven, Tyce Bune, Nikita Denise
Critical Rating: AAA 1/2
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Bodacious, babe-a-licious Alexandra Quinn is one of the most intense sexual performers around and her closer in the second volume of this welcome d.p. line (any series devoted to one of the nastiest, most visually lewd acts in all of smutdom is fine by us) flat-out scalds.
Making Linda "Fuck Me Father" Blair seem downright tame by comparison, Quinn emits guttural groans from deep inside her throat as she chokes down all-gooey-like the twin tools of Mark Anthony and Guy DiSilva, then, in a shamelessly uninhibited display of over-the-top animalistic abandon, repeatedly takes the Lord's name in vain - "Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, Oh God" over and over again - as she's flame-broiled on a searing d.p. spit.
Pre-nom the former notorious underage starlet for Female Performer of the Year and the scene for Best Group Sex Scene or Best Anal Sex Scene - Video.
A couple of the tape's other scenes radiate some decent heat as well. They include scene four, in which gorgeous Nikita Denise's voracious man-eating appetite is on full display as she rides double dick with wild unrestraint, and scene three, in which Michele Raven, while no raving beauty, emotes some very impressive nastiness as she's impaled by Tyce Bune and John Strong.
Though Eve's physical goods in scene two can't compare to those of drop-dead gorgeous Taylor St. Claire in the opener, her d.p. packs more carnal kicks than St. Claire's simply because she's a harder-edged sexual performer. But St. Claire sure looks great in those delectable knee-high fetish boots, especially with her legs flailing about during her double stuffing.
To take this line to the next level, director Alex Ladd should give us more generously lengthy d.p.s, more copious facials and most importantly, more consistent balls-to-the-wall Quinn-like nastiness.