Released: Oct 01st, 1994
Running Time: 100
Director: Studley Lamont
Company: Zane Entertainment Group
Cast: Don Fernando, David Hardman, Domonique Simone, Danny DeMeato, Isis Nile, Rick Masters, John Player, Steve Austin, Ron Jeremy
Critical Rating: AAAA
Even before the credits begin, new face on the scene, M, has a bevy of cocks in her. We have the feeling that something great's about to happen — it does. In a classic tale of blackmail, con games and sex for hire, this feature, in large part to this lady, flourishes. In fact, M has a career with this one feature.
Steve Austin realizes he has a gold mine in his maid, M. She's overly obedient as she follows instructions to the "Y." She's also a mute, which will give you some insight as to what life with Marlee Matlin would be like. Austin gives her a little personal training of his own as she stares blankly off into space. (M, you're supposed to be mute, not comatose.) It gets much better.
Prior to the arrival of M and Isis Nile, Brittany O'Connell molds some fleshlike rubber with her uterus. When these three angels get going you'd better believe Gabriel's blowing his horn. The muff-diving, spit-swapping and dildodian expertise exhibited is rawsome, as Isis and Brittany decide to check M's blood pressure internally (with a inflatable dildo), and then force her to lick it clean.
M's tongue slithering among U.F.C.'s (Unidentified Flying Cocks) is indeed impressive. Don Fernando leads a contingent of five male Rockettes (each waiting their turn for M's can-can) as she swallows them like Tommy Lasorda does Slim Fast. The male players work extremely well together, and the Lakers should display this teamwork. Good hard sucking, fucking and anal prodding ensues.
Domonique Simone, too, gets into the act. She collars and chains M into oral bliss. When Domonique brandishes plastic maleness, it's good hard slamming. The double-edged dildo is made into a piece of art when Domonique twists and turns like a stretch of Pacific Coast Highway.
Steve Austin, the blackmailer, becomes the patsy himself. M is able to talk after all, and dupes Steve out of the money. As Ron Jeremy realigns her sphincter we realize he's her con cohort. The filling of her widened hole with Jeremy's juice seemingly inspired Tom Petty's, "Into The Great Wide Open."
Exuberant adjectives don't flow off my tongue too often, but it does with Into The Fire. Kudos to M, Lamont, and everyone involved. Take a cab, don't walk to get this one. Hurry.