Released: Apr 01st, 1995
Running Time: 87
Director: Fabrizio Mazi
Company: Paradise Visuals
Cast: Dave Hardman, Nikki Sinn, Bunny Bleu, Jake Williams, Rick Masters, Sally Layd, Autumn Daye, Tony Tedeschi, Heather Lee
Critical Rating: AAA 1/2
Five intense, well shot scenes more than make up for the multi-recycled escort service storyline. If baseball's problems have you down, don't fret. Director Mazi has given us what we want (less a missing penetration shot or two), a look at America's true pastime – red, white and blue, "I'm a Yankee Doodle Dandy" fucking.
Red-haired and top-heavy Bunny Bleu gives client Rick Masters a lap dance that he's not soon to forget. With his pants still on (as well as shirt and tie), the Bunster pulls his dick out (just missing a serious zipper laceration) and mounts him via reverse cowgirl. The intensity (a word that'll be used quite often) grows, as Rick's dick does the same. Dynamite dual dining, a spoon fuck (wouldn't want to miss a drop), and a monster mish lay the groundwork for a fast fierce facial.
Heather Lee, after kicking out her unfaithful hubby (Dave Hardman), applies for a job as an "escort." Interviewer Sally Layd does some applying of her own – she applies her tongue, and a strap-on into the I-really-need-a-job ass of Heather. Some great girl/girl groaning and grinding.
In two separate scenes the fetishist fantasies of Hardman and Tony Tedeschi make for some very hot humping. First Tedeschi (wearing a stocking over his face) brings Autumn Daye into the head for some you-do-me-and-I'll-do-you head. With that done, Tony bends her over and uses his plunger to do some intense (there's that word again) bowel excavating before he cleans his snake on her face. Very, very hot! Cheating ex-boyfriend Hardman (clad in only a black hood) is abused (he likes it that way) by Heather Lee. Ball biting, toe sucking, reverse cowgirl and doggie, sets up a nice surprise ending.
Throw in a sizzling three-way (including a strap-on assisted d.p.) with Sally, Nikki Sinn and Jake Williams and Slammed is slammin'. So forget baseball – who needs a mediator when you can just sit back and be glad-he-ate-her? Order now, they'll move quicker than a mob informant.