Though the copyright on screen says 2008, this 2012 DVD from Paul Chaplin's defunct label Bluebird Films was apparently made to please him and nobody else. He manages to be the only male on screen, humping away at nine Euro babes and somehow managing to deliver six money shots in six dull vignettes.
It's all set at a bar (studio set) where he's bartender and perhaps owner, making with the improvised patter that the bevy of "don't speakee the English" Continental ladies manage to ignore, disrobing and servicing him instead. In porn history it's hard to find another creep more self-indulgent than PC.
Unlike the vast majority of Bluebird releases, this one does not feature any big-name talent, though of course the girls employed are attractive and also familiar from many a Private, Dorcel or other Euro label release. But staring at Chaplin's hairy legs is hardly the stuff that spells eroticism.
It's all set at a bar (studio set) where he's bartender and perhaps owner, making with the improvised patter that the bevy of "don't speakee the English" Continental ladies manage to ignore, disrobing and servicing him instead. In porn history it's hard to find another creep more self-indulgent than PC.
Unlike the vast majority of Bluebird releases, this one does not feature any big-name talent, though of course the girls employed are attractive and also familiar from many a Private, Dorcel or other Euro label release. But staring at Chaplin's hairy legs is hardly the stuff that spells eroticism.