Released: Dec 01st, 1998
Running Time: 106
Director: Tom Byron
Company: Tom Byron Pictures
Distribution Companies: Extreme Associates
Cast: Tom Byron, Iroc, Jessica Darlin, Stryc-9, Ursula Moore, Jewel Valmont, Sabrina Johnson, Van Damage, Luciano (I)
Critical Rating: AAAA 1/2
Of course every scene has a vivd gaper. The back of the box cover is a collage of visceral beauty, with the tag line \"She got gape!\" followed by the footnote \"circumference varies\".
Tom Byron, the tuchus king and an Editor's Choice perennial, is forever on the scene, either delivering the goods as a performer or wielding the camcorder, finger on REC, wishing he was getting some. Byron's product remains at such a high level because the key ingredients are always there: His soundtracks are reasonably cool (or nonexistent) and his camera work is right-on. The girls he casts come straight from God's perfect bakery (they're all intergalactically hot), and they spin out in girl-pleasure orbit whenever they're filled up and pounded by the rock. Repeat, The Rock, as in not a wood problem within a billino miles of this planet.
Green-eyed newcomer Jewel Valmont appears in a cheerleader's uniform, lifts up her skirt and tells the camera that she used to work in an adult book store where she watched countless Tom Byron videos. "You're in so many", she says, and then procees straight into larynx-choking and cavity-stuffing. Van Damage seems moved to tears when in the presence of Ursula Moore, a fresh creature direct from Hungary. Damage has his aggroway with her, cums on her snarling fuck-machine face, and declares his need to visit the old country. Mr. B. can't stop himself from stating the obvious, "I'm hungry for Hungary."
Luciano, formerly known as Mike Long, is one of the more pleasant male horses on the scene. He appears honored at the prospect of fucking the pale peach float known as Stryc-9 (and so he should be). "More, more," she says while being ass-fucked. "Feels so good." Soon after, lucky Luciano hooks up with Sabrina Johnson. Miss Johnson, who looks like she walked off an Ivy League campus, is adorable and innocent--especially with a cock planted in her flower bed. When she gets wrecked in the rear she spreads her elastic anus wide and smiles like it's prom night. Her gaping poop-eye is so angelic and luminous that it seems like it would glow in the dark.
The last scene is a serious ball-burner. Jessica Darlin is a remarkably tight unit, compact and ready for war. Just her pre-battle posing session is a trouser strainer. Iroc ggives the scintillating D. a lesson in toe-sucking. The girls have excellent chemistry and they work each other and Byron over like the end is near and fucking as hard as possible is the only thing that will save them. When Byron pulls out his cokc the girls trade off deep throating him, admiring each other's depth charge. A remarkable fuckfest ensues. One of the better threeways in recent memory, due in no small part to the single fact that whoever wasn't getting fucked didn't lie around admiring their nails. Damn right there's work to be done. At one point Iroc swabs the deck with her tongue, one 20-inch lick that covers Byron's ass and balls, his point of entry and the full length of Darlin's curved ass-scape. Speaking of girls and ass-licking, it's nice to see this female ensemble rimming the gentleman into joyous submission.