Kittenish Remy LaCroix takes a nice soapy bath, is double-teamed, and then takes a nice soapy shower. You might call that a waste of water but I call it taking care of business.
We are fond of Remy LaCroix, who looks at all times as if she knows we are fond of her. But it’s not one of those “Look on me and despair” sort of fondnesses; this woman knows she’s about to get filthy, so she takes a bath in Jonni Darkko’s “Angels of Debauchery 9,” a film that shows the hygienic side of utter debasement.
I know you don’t care about me, but I can’t be the only one who is a lot more open to the enfilthening possibilities once all the surfaces are well-scrubbed.
Thus LaCroix emerges from her tub like a smaller-breasted Venus and goes to town on two dudes who are no doubt grateful she bathed just for them. And let’s hope they pre-reciprocated with some strategic Baby-Wiping,too.
Following her further anointment, LaCroix returns to the tub to scrub again.
It’s not like she’s saying “Get your hateful semen off my face”—it’s more like “I think I’m going to check my Twitter now and I don’t want to skank up my Android.”