Two guys review “My Hotwife’s Gangbang”: My Jaw Dropped When I Saw #4 (Hint: There Is No Number Four)
…we also wonder what other tricks scientists at the Manwin lab have in store to turn Selena Rose into the Latina Jesse Jane.
On a deeper level, “La Boutique” is a canny metaphor for porn piracy. Like the boutique itself, in which nothing is actually sold, tube sites don’t traffic in quality but actually traffic in traffic, and there’s a lot of traffic in that store.
Director Eddie Powell stages the blessed event in a room filled with as many swinging lightbulbs as dicks, and this artificial setting works well with Rotten, who has made her body something both of this world (in that you want to become part of it) and beyond it.
In the middle of the California desert, beautiful women frolic on sensual furniture. We wonder: Who took the rest of their stuff? But then we think: If they’re happy, we’re happy.