Released: Feb 01st, 1998
Running Time: 98
Director: Paul Norman
Company: Paul Norman Productions
Cast: Tom Byron, Michael (I), Eric Price, Tori Welles, Dave Hardman, Kaitlyn Ashley
Critical Rating: AAAA
Few performers in the history of the biz could match the pure animal heat Tori Welles projected when, say, getting stuffed with nine hard inches of prime horsemeat. So it's a definite cause for celebration that after an eight-year layoff, she's uh, mounting a comeback with The Private Diary of Tori Welles.
And what a comeback it is, one that qualifies her as an instant contender for Female Performer of the Year. Re-inventing herself as a (if you can believe it) wilder version of her previous nasty persona with bigger boobs, punked-out orange-streaked hair and multiple piercings and tattoos, Welles smokes the screen throughout, starting with her opening suck-fuck with Tom Byron in the middle of a molded body parts shop.
Next up is a sizzling solo j.o. scene in which she shoves half the Doc Johnson catalog up her various orifices. That's followed by what is unquestionably one of the most bizarre sights in the annals of smut: An extreme close-up of the inside of Welles' snatch, which, illuminated by two blue neon dildos, takes on the qualities of some kind of eerie lunar cave. Call it Literally Deep Inside Tori Welles.
In what is arguably the vid's most scalding scene, a blindfolded and bound Welles hungrily sucks and fucks two guys in a kink-fest that puts to shame what passes for heat in most specialty tapes.
That's succeeded by an intense extended three-way with Kaitlyn Ashley and some young buck, after which the tape closes out with Dave Hardman plowing Welles' bunghole.
"That's kinda the end," Welles says into the camera, "but it's kinda the beginning too." Let's hope that means her resurrection will be an extended one.