starring J. R Carrington, Dallas DAmour, Rebecca Bardoux, Sindee Cox, Olivia, Roxanne Hall, Bobby Vitale, Nick East, Jay Ashley Chaz Chase, Tom Byron and Alec Metro. Videocassette: Wave
Anyone who’s never had his dick sucked by a cheerleader should check out this high-quality production from Paul Norman. Of all the billions of sluts on this planet, there are just two types of cocksuckers: those who do it and those who love to do it. This is a film about bitches who love to blow boff-stick. Check out the way ice goddess J. R. Carrington’s face melts the moment dong is dangled under her nose. This stately queen of quim kneels before dick like she’s praying at an altar, then goes to work in an unholy trance: tickling scrote with fingers, kissing the head with drool-smeared lips and feathering shaft with tongue before she opens wide and takes it to the tonsils. While J. R. may be the star of this pic, all the bitches shine. Olivia shows off her metal-studded navel, tongue and pussy lips in an outdoor bleacher bonk with Alec Metro, then turns tail—filthy with bleacher crud— to have Metro wash it off with jets of testicle juice. Rebecca Bardoux, Sindee Cox and Dallas D’Amour tangle tongues, mash gash and probe each other’s poon-holes with strap-on plastic. Bobby Vitale and Chaz Chase nail Roxanne Hall in the back of a van, taking care to pump dick meat into every hole. Nick East blows ball sap across J. R.’s lips to show his thanks for her offerings of choice chick meat. Tom Byron and Jay Ashley score touchdowns with Dallas and J. R. An excellent retelling of an ancient story: cheerleader chicks chugalug choad. A stroker’s delight.