Humping with pornography starlets
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Fucking with the Stars" fares less well as a send-up of the similarly-named TV demonstrate than as an chance for Coco LaChine and Chi Chi LaRue to do their comic turns. LaChine and team go for absolute penniless and end up being as much a part of the joy as the actual fucking. As far as prizes go, a chunky, platinum spray-painted fuck stick that's studded with gewgaws may not be worth coveting. But the notoriety that comes along with being crowned starlet fucker is another matter. 4 pornography starlets are paired with a counterpart. Here is where the "Dancing with the Stars" tie-in doesn't fairly work. It's never clear just who is supposed to be the seasoned "dancer" and who is the celeb brought in for ratings. In the end, does it indeed matter? The introductory antics in pornography comedies, here hosted by the lovely LaChine, is something I usually get swiftly bored with. Not here. The trio judges: director Chi Chi LaRue, gossip columnist Billy Masters, and jack-of-all-trades Bruce Vilanch, seemed to completely go along with the conceit of an on-air talent competition, and tho the jabs and jibes were all too scripted, their execution of the scripted remarks went over well. The very first of the contestants is the darling Kevin Brown, a youngster whose aw-shucks cuteness seems completely too veritable to be a put-on. And like the other hopefuls who follow, Kevin does a provocative strip-tease for the judges before the real spectacle gets underway. After wiggling his money-maker in their faces (nearly putting Vilanch into coronary arrest) Kevin makes his way to a ideally concentric couch onstage. Putting me in mind of a circus ring, it seemed the perfect place to be if you're gonna be scored on how well you perform in the sack. And was there ever a more cunning showcase than Kevin ass-up on a circular bed? He's joined by his partner, Zackary Pierce, who handles our guy to a fragile rubdown before rolling him over and latching onto his prick. Kevin loses several points for eye contact (at times he transports himself right out of the episode by keeping his eyes clamped shut or tossing a hand over his brow) but compensates with a steaming 69. And this pup never loses his pecker when Zackary porks him on his back, gloriously flashing his one-of-a-kind sunburst tattoo. Moments after Kevin blows his load, he shows up before the judge's panel in a elementary milky terrycloth robe, the sound of canned applause sparkling underneath, an excellent chance for Bruce Vilanch to get off several witty zingers. The groundwork is laid for several running gags, the evaluation of each successive models' spectacle is always the same dizzy-headed repeat of several meaningless phrases and the judges always give the exact same scores.
Fucking with the Stars" fares less well as a send-up of the similarly-named TV demonstrate than as an chance for Coco LaChine and Chi Chi LaRue to do their comic turns. LaChine and team go for absolute penniless and end up being as much a part of the joy as the actual fucking. As far as prizes go, a chunky, platinum spray-painted fuck stick that's studded with gewgaws may not be worth coveting. But the notoriety that comes along with being crowned starlet fucker is another matter. 4 pornography starlets are paired with a counterpart. Here is where the "Dancing with the Stars" tie-in doesn't fairly work. It's never clear just who is supposed to be the seasoned "dancer" and who is the celeb brought in for ratings. In the end, does it indeed matter? The introductory antics in pornography comedies, here hosted by the lovely LaChine, is something I usually get swiftly bored with. Not here. The trio judges: director Chi Chi LaRue, gossip columnist Billy Masters, and jack-of-all-trades Bruce Vilanch, seemed to completely go along with the conceit of an on-air talent competition, and tho the jabs and jibes were all too scripted, their execution of the scripted remarks went over well. The very first of the contestants is the darling Kevin Brown, a youngster whose aw-shucks cuteness seems completely too veritable to be a put-on. And like the other hopefuls who follow, Kevin does a provocative strip-tease for the judges before the real spectacle gets underway. After wiggling his money-maker in their faces (nearly putting Vilanch into coronary arrest) Kevin makes his way to a ideally concentric couch onstage. Putting me in mind of a circus ring, it seemed the perfect place to be if you're gonna be scored on how well you perform in the sack. And was there ever a more cunning showcase than Kevin ass-up on a circular bed? He's joined by his partner, Zackary Pierce, who handles our guy to a fragile rubdown before rolling him over and latching onto his prick. Kevin loses several points for eye contact (at times he transports himself right out of the episode by keeping his eyes clamped shut or tossing a hand over his brow) but compensates with a steaming 69. And this pup never loses his pecker when Zackary porks him on his back, gloriously flashing his one-of-a-kind sunburst tattoo. Moments after Kevin blows his load, he shows up before the judge's panel in a elementary milky terrycloth robe, the sound of canned applause sparkling underneath, an excellent chance for Bruce Vilanch to get off several witty zingers. The groundwork is laid for several running gags, the evaluation of each successive models' spectacle is always the same dizzy-headed repeat of several meaningless phrases and the judges always give the exact same scores.
Added: 2017-11-19 • Views: 16 • Duration: 1:53:16
Categories: Anal, Cumshot, Hunks, Kissing, Massage, Rimming, Rough, Studs, Tattoos, Toys, Twinks, GangBang • Models: Arpad Miklos, Zackary Pierce, Luca DiCorso, Derrick Hanson, Manuel Torres, Derrick Vinyard, Jamie Donovan, Kevin Brown, Billy Masters, Bruce Vilanch, Chi Chi LaRue
