As a die-hard Trinity Loren fan I was sorely disappointed at this feeble attempt to try & present her up close & personal. It's as phony as a $3 bill.
It reminded me of the conundrum facing men's magazines in the '70s, as content became more and more explicit. There was the assumption (probably true) that a significant segment of their readership didn't want to see the fantasy-idealized models in tandem with male models, but in cinema the hardcore XXX movies made such couplings inevitable. In print Club magazine and later Penthouse went fully hardcore and coed, but that wasn't necessarily a wise decision.
Here the notion is to present Trinity more or less solo in a feature-length program, with some guest shots for lesbian talent. It doesn't work at all, but at least keeps those pesky competitive male actors off the screen.
Much of the video takes place on a fake-looking set pretending to be the stage at a strip club (no audience provided in the budget, or omitted to be consistent with the non-presence of males premise of the video) where Trinity tediously disrobes. But the core of the project is her in glam mode reclining on a couch reading aloud her fan mail, answering "our" questions. Trinity is quite personable and pleasant to listen to, but all her patter is b.s., intended to stroke the ego of some mythical devoted fan viewer.
In the sex action she masturbates and drips hot wax on her bod with a candle/dildo; dances around on the fake stage with Fallon (video's credits at the top give a very unusual billing of "Laurie Peacock as Fallon", which is akin to billing "Puff Daddy as Diddy", since both she and the rapster have many names and aliases). Gina Starr (a performer I could not identify) knocks on her door for some lesbo action, quickly becoming a threesome when Nina Hartley drops by. Highlight is Trinity on stage on her knees, oiling up her breasts and fingering herself in a sensuous solo turn.
Video ends with a shameless plug for a companion video NINA, JUST FOR YOU. Trinity is pleasantly plump in this video, but her many talents are largely wasted, including the glaring absence of any trademark lactation action.
It reminded me of the conundrum facing men's magazines in the '70s, as content became more and more explicit. There was the assumption (probably true) that a significant segment of their readership didn't want to see the fantasy-idealized models in tandem with male models, but in cinema the hardcore XXX movies made such couplings inevitable. In print Club magazine and later Penthouse went fully hardcore and coed, but that wasn't necessarily a wise decision.
Here the notion is to present Trinity more or less solo in a feature-length program, with some guest shots for lesbian talent. It doesn't work at all, but at least keeps those pesky competitive male actors off the screen.
Much of the video takes place on a fake-looking set pretending to be the stage at a strip club (no audience provided in the budget, or omitted to be consistent with the non-presence of males premise of the video) where Trinity tediously disrobes. But the core of the project is her in glam mode reclining on a couch reading aloud her fan mail, answering "our" questions. Trinity is quite personable and pleasant to listen to, but all her patter is b.s., intended to stroke the ego of some mythical devoted fan viewer.
In the sex action she masturbates and drips hot wax on her bod with a candle/dildo; dances around on the fake stage with Fallon (video's credits at the top give a very unusual billing of "Laurie Peacock as Fallon", which is akin to billing "Puff Daddy as Diddy", since both she and the rapster have many names and aliases). Gina Starr (a performer I could not identify) knocks on her door for some lesbo action, quickly becoming a threesome when Nina Hartley drops by. Highlight is Trinity on stage on her knees, oiling up her breasts and fingering herself in a sensuous solo turn.
Video ends with a shameless plug for a companion video NINA, JUST FOR YOU. Trinity is pleasantly plump in this video, but her many talents are largely wasted, including the glaring absence of any trademark lactation action.