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Zack Black was actually supposed to review this one, but he told me that he kept "Getting distracted and jerking off." Dunno if all the self-abuse was caused by something a little saner, or this flick; could be, he's a weird guy. Anyway, Bronxtails beat me to the punch by renaming this, because it isn't actually a bukkake film in the literal sense. Although Vikki's face is plenty gunked up by the end, most of the loads actually end up somewhere on her tits. Yeah, I know that's pretty close, but the Bukkake faithful are sticklers for accuracy.
Just as in any Bukkake-related happening, there is no plot to speak of here. What kind of story could possibly lead up to such an act anyway? Let's just say a bunch of guys at the bakery got a little crazy, and when they ran out of cakes, they decided to just frost Vikki.
Our starlet in question is not what you'd call a 'looker', by the way- she's a bit scraggly and long in the tooth. But, you know, how good is anyone gonna look when they are covered in cum? Beauty isn't really a requirement in the facial humiliation game.
Anyway, she gets down on her knees and 8 or so guys surround her. And surround they do, as there are some seriously engorged bellies on display. Unlike standard porn, a facial fiesta doesn't require any athleticism; pretty much all you need to be able to do is stand up for twenty or so minutes. So, prepare yourself for an orgy of gym-less torsos. The guys all start jerking their meat, Vienna sausages wrapped in ham fists, doing their best to stay hard in close proximity to their buddies' dicks. Vikki works overtime, snapping at all the turtle heads around her like a frog catching flies. Eventually, the guys start spurting on her. Like I mentioned before, a lot of them miss, hence the title change.
Oh yeah, the guy cheering Vikki on throughout the proceedings is her husband. If that's not a shot in the eye, I don't know what is. Depravity Incorporated, baby. This one's as sleazy as it gets.
- Sleazegrinder
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