Running time: 124 mins.
Your confidence in the quality of a film is knocked when during the opening sequence Angel Long is incorrectly titled Julie Night. This is corrected at the start of Angel's scene. The film covers Skeeter Kerkove's favourite subjects, bum banging and bondage, and five girls are put through their paces.
Third up is Angel. She walks along the patio in her short split-sided PVC dress and heels, stops and bends forward. The shiny black material pulls tight over her bum. Unzipped, the dress falls to the ground and Angel caresses her pussy through her skimpy black knickers. The scene changes. A bed appears and Angel is lying face down in her dress, her wrists and ankles cuffed and chained. Frazer raises Angel's dress and his tongue laps at her arse hole. She gasps as he inserts his fingers. Opening her mouth, Frazer fucks Angel's throat. Dollops of spit drip off his dick. He turns her over and his balls brush over her nose as she gags. On hands and knees, Angel pushes four fingers into her bum. Frazer fills the gaping hole with his cock. She moans as his full length is rammed home. Plenty of bum bonking follows, Angel tasting her arse juices every time she changes position. The pair eventually end up missionary, Frazer hammering away till he cums in Angel's bum. She scoops out the cream and is just about to lick her fingers when the scene abruptly stops.
The film proves that when it comes to taste the Yanks have none. Angel was fortunate not to have to appear on the zebra patterned sofa, unlike the rest of the girls. Angel, as usual, put in a good performance. As for the others, it's obvious Saphire was out of her depth, looking terrified - there is the unedifying sight of her puking during her blow-job scene - maybe she had just seen the sofa. The rest of the film had mediocre camerawork and too many instructions shouted by director Skeeter. This film did nothing at all for me and is probably best left on the shelf.
Review by Dawn "Hot Totty" Birtle