Chances are that at some point in Rob Black's controversial
career, someone has asked him how he manages to sleep at
night. With the content in his vids spanning the spectrum
from simple loogie-launches to assaults with dead fish to the
quaffing of a loathsome combination of ass-juices through
funnels, Black's body of work tends to center on shocking his
audience with outre action.
Until now, that is. But don't assume Black's sending his
"sick fuck" horse to the glue factory just yet. Because his
latest contribution takes what some may consider an even more
twisted task: essaying the shamefully sick turn-on of
horrifying ideals. Moral degeneration, even.
Anyone up for a little fun?
Now, before you start comparison shopping for bounty hunters
to sic on Black's pale ass, understand that he's wisely
teetering on the very edge of despicability of delving into
the related-by-marriage realm of stepfamily fun.
Step-brothers, step-sisters, step-fathers, step-daughters; an
endless parade of "I'm so glad we're almost-related"
shenanigans sallies forth.
Except once (and if Black's destined to spend eternity
roasting on a spit with an apple in his mouth, this is the
one that'll ignite the charcoal briquettes): Ron Jeremy and
wife Bunny Bleu storm into adopted daughter Lexi Eriksson's
bedroom to confront her about a used condom they've harvested
from her wallet. Jeremy is so convincing that if he'd
continued with this line of angry/lascivious questioning for
much longer, it could have been chilling; as it stands, it's
merely creepy, and that's quite enough. Their thoroughly
nasty threeway features Bleu taking four of Jeremy's meaty
fingers in her ass before a reverse cowgirl-anal.
Other highlights include the excellent opening romp between
Katie Gold and Van Damage, who's deserting the homestead to
get married. :"Why don't you stay here and we can make heaven
together?" step-sis simpers, sending him a parting gift in
the form of a lively blowjob that washes away her pretty pink
lipstick; he returns the favor with a doggie anal that gapes
her equally pretty pink length. And you'd think Van had a
candy machine lodged up his ass from the lenght of
time Gold feasts on his sphincter. Then there's tennis
instructor Tom Byron ("Call me Dad"), who teaches
step-daughter Jessica Darlin "a different kind of game," with
the obligatory pool of lube shifting gently in her dilated
asshole the way the early-morning tide slaps against the
beach. Tiny, limber Ember Haze gets some help with he term
paper and a dildo in her butt from Coral Sands, and Teri
Starr professes her love for Dick Nasty and his pal Rick
Masters with long strands of their emissions swinging from
her chin. Black closes with a ringer more in his traditional
style, as Jacklyn Lick does her impersonation of a six-pack
for Tiffany Mynx's fingers. The two girls quiver side-by-side
atop Vince Vouyer and Mark Davis, soon recycling deposits of
man-milk into each other's mouth.
Sadly, not once is a step-son afforded the opportunity to
show just how devoted he is to his new mommy; an omission
that may say more about Black's limits than community
standards.
Then again, we're talking about the man who gave birth to
spectacular nadirs like Ass, Gas and the Mystical
Glop. The future of "sick fuckdom" is unwritten.
Review from AVN
