Strap-on Sally 16
Alrighty, here's the description we get right off the DVD box:
"Lee Anderson is at it again as STRAP-ON SALLY, wielding her Strap-On Harness with panache in this latest 6-Scene, All-Girl Extravaganza!!! Young blonde newcummer Paige Shagwell is the newest nubile nymphette to fall under the spell of the rubber cock wielding wench, and she gets pounded good!!! Veronica Fox is yet another Florida Floozy who gets down with the Sapphic Sisterhood in another hardcore girl-girler as Lee looks on in slutty approval!!! There's Deep Dildo Drilling Galore as these sexy ladies pile on the Toy, the Lube and prepare for the final Multiple-Girl Strap-On Orgy in the Nastiest STRAP-ON MANIA YET!!!
Ok, now for the Walking-upright-mildly-intelligent review:
1) I don't give a flying fuck who Lee Anderson, Paige Shagwell, or Veronica Fox are, but I DO know that if you get them all naked and throw a box of enormous rubber dicks at them, they seem to have a good time with one another.
2) If what these girls are saying in the course of banging one another in this dildo-fest is totally off-the-cuff, heat-of-passion babble, then fine. If there is a SCRIPT that someone wrote that they're reciting lines from, then whoever wrote that script needs to have his hands removed, and all penils, pens, papers, and computers removed from his posession. He shouldn't be allowed to write his own name. He sucks. Plots suck. They always have. They always will.
3) Watching three lesbians with high heels fuck each other on a bed (as they do in
Strap-On Sally 16 is ALWAYS a good thing, and it ALWAYS will be. In fact, I think men should be allowed to keep a stable of big-titted, blonde, fit, horny lesbians at their disposal to be used and/or viewed at all times. Someone elect me KING OF THE WORLD, dammit. I'd make that shit mandatory.
4) If by chance, you're a guy in a committed relationship, you must purchase
Strap On Sally 16 IMMEDIATELY, and force your significant other to sit and watch it for hours on end until she is convinced that this is the manner in which she is to behave at all times...except for at family functions, when she's allowed to wear clothes.
Jesus, my wrists are fucking sore.
