Title: Fuck Studio: Wicked Pictures Director: Brad Armstrong Cast: Felecia, Jessica Drake, Mia Smiles, Katsumi, Trina Michaels, Jenaveve Jolie, Ice LaFox, Kirsten Price, Carmen Hart, Lori Lust, Clara G., Chris Cannon, Randy Spears, Mr. Marcus, Sea Genres:: Feature, Big Butts, Big Tits, Fantasy, Porn-star Condoms: Yes Reviewer: Don Luis

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Fuck. For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge. One of those nasty four letter words. A lexical item guaranteed to cause an entire range of visceral reactions. But, in the hands (or perhaps, mouths) of Wicked Studios, the discrete graphophonemic identity absorbs a significantly different definition. Of course, the full weight of this word’s value is to be found in the story’s telling.

In the history of mankind, there has been sex for the simple sake of reproductivity, and an eventual evolution towards sex for a more pleasurable outcome. Clearly in search of the greatest range of evidence from the annals of human sexual history, narrator Jessica Drake begins our tour through human experience beginning with a snapshot of Conan the Barbarian era threesome featuring Tommy Gunn and Latin sensation Exotica who is battling for first place on my personal list of faves versus Alexis Amore.

This scene bares rippling muscles, gleaming steel armor, and animal pelt codpieces over chain link skirts. The performers range across carved wooden thrones, behind flaming biers, and over inlayed furniture very indicative of the period. This sex is raw, unrelenting, and fierce. This will be a favorite scene for everyone who grew up a fan of the Arnold Schwarzenegger movies and ever wondered what might happen if they had been around for his Venice Beach days.

Fast forward to when humanity had become more refined, specifically to the Victorian era, when Katsumi and several female scene mates portray Shakespearean Ophelia characters, replete with death becomes her pale face paint, and brocaded corsetry made to look as if the clothes themselves had been eaten through by those whose job it is to continue the cycle of life after death. These ingénues, however, are very alive, and they insure our delight in their Thespian proclivities coupling here and there under artfully designed oaks whose leaves have withered and fallen to the ground. Their protracted prostration persists until a popular posterior penetration perpetrated by pyrex plugs. Anon, I go there, anon.

Time and space have again escaped me, and I am again frustrated in my attempt to bring you an accurate depiction of the particular pleasures of which the many armed Kali, released for a cosmic blink from her perpetual intercourse with consort Siva to do some consorting of her own with masked gods lining the sides of her conjugal bed. Also watch for a feast of epic proportions rife with cues and perversions of which the Marquis de Sade himself would be proud. You don’t see this many star studs in one place even on Oscar night. If nothing else, this serves as a quintessential example of the reason why we have come to love porn so much. A consummate addition to anyone’s collection, wield the power of the fullness of time by clicking on the Buy it Now button on your right.