Reviewed by Don Luis
Trombone Blown is an interesting euphemism for rimming, once thought to be an exclusively taboo subject for the hetero scene, though all but expected in gay fare. Director John West seems to have wanted to bring this delectable combination of anal and oral to the fore, and we are ever so thankful he did. The female talent abounds with fresh young faces many of them on camera for the first time. Each scene starts with an introduction of the girl, then a quick camera flash to the action.
Ashley, a long, leggy, auburn-haired Floridian who is visibly anxious to get started, rushes through her interview then runs off screen with an excited, “Where’s our guy?” After proving she’s an expert linguist, our heroine bids her adversary turn tail, and he offers her that glorious prize. She buries her face between those mounds like Scarface attacking a mountain of nose candy. The gentle swishes of her tongue back and forth, as well as her careful manipulations prove, in short order, to be too much for the gladiator, and he has to remove her hand from his weapon to prevent is misfiring at an inopportune moment. She continues her expert ministrations. Finally, there is no hope; our man is at his peak. He can resist no longer, he turns to face her, she aims to swallow the root of evil and is showered with pearls for her effort.
Trinity Post hails from Tucson, Arizona, bringing her bronze, flame-haired beauty to the small screen. She attempts Cleopatra’s dénouement, but, alas, the underworld to which she is introduced does not claim Anubis as its ruler. Her oral skills are enough to put any language teacher to shame, and the far gate is assaulted with great smacks and slurps, intermittently interrupted with excited moans against which our man can only survive so long. The final stroke nears, his burden is too heavy to carry, he must unleash it, and her finely freckled-face serves as the altar upon which he burns his incense.
Lavaya’s wavy, chestnut hair, fair skin, and amazing figure harken back to Gothic era paintings of Eve in the Garden of Eden. As in that fabled tale, she comes to grips with a mighty serpent, though their treatise has far less consequences than the future of all mankind. Or, does it?
Her caresses are the stuff of legend, the soft, slow, and up and down of her tongue (so characteristic of the serpent’s own) that her Adam, wooed into complicity by biblical situational irony, allows himself to bite the apple of carnal knowledge. The evidence of his indiscretion lands squarely between Lavaya’s eyes.
Other apples on the tree include a picture gallery, website access and trailers of the Narcassist, Johny’s Vision, Blasted, and Anal Life, all of which I can’t wait until they slide through my mailbox. Reclaim paradise clicking the VOD button…. TromboneBlown
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