The excellent performance of April O'Neil is the draw for this Rodney Moore opus, saving it from the usual fate of being fed to my trusty Amazon CD/DVD shredder. She is so fresh and natural you'd hardly know you were in the presence of an Adult Cinema superstar.
That fits in with the Rodmeister's cottage industry where he takes the amateur porn approach and somehow elevates it, even making pro talent seem like just girls picked up off the street. It always leads to a creme de la face payoff, and in April's case a rather delightful (Rod's tongue firmly in his cheek) deposit of spunk all over her glasses.
The other gals are more topheavy than April, especially cover girl Beverly Paige, whose mammoth natural mammaries get all oiled up by Moore, pretending to be a masseur. Angel Blaze gets the final vignette, and I found her pretending to be shy and unaccustomed to sex routine tiresome and blatantly unconvincing.
That fits in with the Rodmeister's cottage industry where he takes the amateur porn approach and somehow elevates it, even making pro talent seem like just girls picked up off the street. It always leads to a creme de la face payoff, and in April's case a rather delightful (Rod's tongue firmly in his cheek) deposit of spunk all over her glasses.
The other gals are more topheavy than April, especially cover girl Beverly Paige, whose mammoth natural mammaries get all oiled up by Moore, pretending to be a masseur. Angel Blaze gets the final vignette, and I found her pretending to be shy and unaccustomed to sex routine tiresome and blatantly unconvincing.