Release Year: 1974
Studio: P.M. Productions
Cast: Bill, Dick, Donne
Genres: vintage, dokondomnaya era, anal sex, fisting, bondage
, :) ... !! !!!Hope u know what to wait!... if not, be carefull next time u are with anybody that bring out the Crisco or the Vaseline! Leobret Perhaps the title of this darksome (both physcially and spiritually) phantasmagoric collage should be Mains Erotiques, as the final 2 scenes are prefaced and concluded by a French narrator in a dress. My French is rusty, despite six years of study, but some of the words I could pick out were “American,” “leather,” “sadomasochism,” “profound,” and “unique.” Two of the introductions start with close-ups of his lean hands. Hands usually equals fisting in the movie scene, but one of the greater quantity obscure scenes appears to be to revel in shots of gloves and lengthy, angular hands. To be truthful, for almost all of the video I was not certain what was truly happening, though some individual photos and sounds were enticing, but the clip failed to mesh jointly as a coherent entire. The cheesy B-movie soundtrack for almost any of the scenes ended up being a distraction (that strange wind instrument sounds like a cliched UFO landing Cecil B. DeMille used is overused ad nauseam), and much of the act was shrouded in a perhaps intentional but ultimately ineffective murky gloom.The 1st scene is a good-old-boy vintage trio (close-cut beards, rugged boots) that revels in misary, slingless fisting that is slow, erotic, and nonbrutal. The act is apanied by belting with a strap and the cocksucking is refreshingly intensive, especially the bearded bottom. When the 3rd boy enters, one sucks off the bottom during the time that getting fisted. When the Crisco emerges in all it is soaked, sloppy brilliance, the strange classical/jazz piano music truly enhances the scene. As the three-way proceeds with a natural, un impetus, fucking and fisting occur simultaneously, climaxing in an incredible scene in which the main top fists the 2 chaps at one time, up to the elbow. O Crisco-coated arm of vigour and magnificence! O strap in the wazoo. The cumshots are disappointing, the transition ar, though one acquires a glimpse of some clear drops. The rods are surprisingly mediocre given the intensive level of the act, but the shafts are smooth and the balls firm and cleanly hairless. The next 2 scenes are fastened jointly by the French narrator (discussed above), and are essentially attempts tobine “ze art” film with hardcore pornography, mostly unsuccessfully. A helmeted individual wearing skin-tight jeans and loud echoing motorcycle boots (woof!) exits a subway, mounts a motorcycle, and rides to a warehouse. Another helmeted individual (who turns out to be the top in the scene) awaits him on a motorcycle, but the scene is so murky and phantasmagoric that one can’t tell what is indeed happening. Odd, obscure close-up shots of hands and gloves abound, and when the erotic hand act is over (which appears to be to be fisting, fucking and cocksucking atop the cycle), the top removes his helmet and emits a high-pitched laugh. The next scene is greater amount effective, though I did not receive the artistic point of the interview with the hooded individual (who eats eggs throughout the face hole cunt in his hood). Postmodern, perhaps? But the hooded per turns out to be a top who, after well-oiling his hand and arm with what looks like motor oil (?!), plunges his fist throughout the ductile aperture of a hungry bottom sporting torn and ripped underclothes in a leather playroom setting. He likewise sports a veiny ramrod, but, alas, small in number close-ups. The hungry bottom slobbers over and on and in his hooded master’s powercock as this guy lays back and have a fun the service. The arrogant hooded taskmaster at one point plunges the bottom’s head into a tub of water; the choking noises are frightening, and stands over him, wielding the thong. Unfortunately, the lighting darkens obscurely and the freic mutual jerk off loses it is potential intensity. After this guy is apparently gratified, the camera zooms in on his lips and that guy emits a melodramatically sinister laugh (?!) The French narrator concludes, and the film ends in a consistent obscurity with a red pen writing Fin/The End, and adding an E to End.
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