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Released: Apr 01st, 1999
Running Time: 120
Director: Robbie D
Company: Vivid Entertainment Group
Cast: Mr. Marcus, Chris Cannon, Rick Masters, Emilia, Jack Hammer, Jeanna Fine, Raylene, Bradon Iron, Mark Davis, Sana Fey, Vanessa (VII), Julian St. Jox, Kary Evers, Elana, Randi Rage, Alana (I), Peris Bleau, Jake Steed
Critical Rating: AAA 1/2
You might consider displaying Vivid Raw tapes separate from other Vivid vids since they\'re geared toward different demographics: single guys and couples respectively
Blessedly sparing us phone sex ads and their cyber counterparts, Raw Ass 3 cuts right to the chase with a searing opening image of a stiff dick about to invade a gaping butthole. It's a harbinger of things to cum throughout this frequently sizzling effort.
Highlights include the sweaty, high-energy opener in which Brandon Iron reams the deafeningly loud Elena and another blonde, then, for the memorable money shot, yanks his tool out of the former's ass and squirts on the latter's. One scene later, Raylene proves she ain't exactly a deaf mute herself as she and Randi Range get plowed by Rick Masters.
Another indelible climax follows that as three guys blow on Sana Fey's huge chest melons, after which a second girl licks the glistening goo up and tongue-swaps it with the now-retired redhead.
The sight of the venerable Jeanna Fine aggressively choking down cock is still one of porndom's great voyeuristic thrills, and in scene four, she proceeds to do just that with three of the more jumbo-sized joints around, namely those of Jake Steed, Mr. Marcus and Julian St. Jox. Seems we can all get along, after all.
Alas, the two closers -- another interracial boy/girl and a Sapphic hardware romp out in the woods -- aren't nearly as satisfying in large part since they're aborted before they ever really hit their strides. Points off too for director Robbie D.'s tendency to dwell throughout the tape on the sports-oriented shtick that sets up all of the sex