Two young women are best friends, but they go their separate ways. 5 years later they reunite when Anna visits Jacky. After Anna arrives the friendship is renewed and the young women soon take things to the next level.
We all know what sex looks like. Many movies have tried to capture the magic, but most can only bring home the tricks. This movie allows you to participate where others leave you the ... See full summary »
Three explicit erotic stories. First, Annabelle finds out about her friend Liandra's masculine side and Liandra seduces her. Then, Anabelle gets turned on by a piece of clothing. Finally, Liandra hooks up with her friend's guy friend.
In the solitude of a secluded hillside mansion, a beautiful photographer retreats to re-evaluate old relationships and career. Instead, she will soon discover that forbidden taboos can swiftly turn into obsession.
I never drank the Kool Aid that made folks elevate Graham Travis to that dreaded "visionary" status on the basis of his two Elegant Angel hits "Wasteland" and "Portrait of a Call Girl". But I doubt anyone other than those industry bodies like AVN (of course a best this-or-that nomination was awarded) could defend his earlier junker "Slave Dolls 2" for the Patrick Collins gonzo label.
This is assembly line junk, pretending to be fetish content but far removed from what fans of bondage/fetish videos demand. Basically it consists of rounding up the usual subjects of pretty porno femmes and currently reigning studs, set them loose in nondescript industrial backdrops (looking like empty warehouses or parking garages) and watch them go through the motion of domination/submission tinged humping.
Result lacks style, ideas, creativity and anything else other than generic XXX action. Every lady presented here has done maybe hundreds of better scenes, and that's what this is - a collection of scenes, not a real feature. It's especially disheartening to see Katsumi/Katsuni, Tiffany Mynx, the underrated Venus and Kimberly Kane going through the motions.
The illusion of forced sex, Kane wearing a military cap, chains and tied-up women plus other paraphernalia like an X-mount contraption do not disguise the absence of tangible content. When Manuel Ferrara, Steven St. Croix and their brethren finish their money shots and wander off, we're left merely with a mess that needs cleaning up, and no hint that Mr. Travis would go on to redeem himself in narrative XXX cinema.
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