If this were a horror film, Alexis Texas and Kristina Rose would be agents of some sinister corporation trying to seduce Jules Jordan so they can use his body to feed aliens–only a truly gruesome end can come to the man who gets such high-quality monster movie ass! But don’t worry, Mr. Jordan will be fine. This is only a porno.
His organs are going to stay in his body. At worst/best, one or two of them might make it a few inches into someone else’s body, but no harm shall come to anyone for any reason. After all, who has time to make movies with violence and gore when there are so many nice ways to touch the outside of bodies?
We must admit, there is something a tad sinister about Jules Jordan’s scene with Alexis and Kristina. They creep into his room while he’s sleeping, strip down to matching vinyl thigh-high boots, and then proceed to symmetrically wake him up by sitting right on his face and cock. Everything springs to life (thank God for morning wood, right?), the girls find themselves filled with cock or tongue, and they don’t stop riding him unless they want to switch the inputs on their pussies. When Jules is finally allowed to get off his back, he lines their asses up on the edge of the bed and pounds his hoagie-sized hard-on deep in their breadboxes. Anal sex? You bet there is. Tandem shaft and scrotum sucking? Naturally. There’s even a moment when both women sit on Jules’s face and he sticks his tongue in the space between their butt cheeks; as soon as we figure out a name for that act, we’re becoming obsessed with it.
Is Jules supposed to be the titular Flesh Hunter in this film? It seems like he’s the prey more than anything else. After Alexis and Kristina are done with him, Mika Kim rolls up on his pad and says she wants to be fucked properly. Exhausted and drained of jizz, Jules heroically musters up another erection and lays it upon Mika’s mouth, where it gets more than the minimum amount of spit needed to slide easily into her pussy. The sight of Mika with her face on the mattress, hands gripping the sheets, and ass in the air is almost too powerful to comment on, but if nothing else can be said, it is clear that Mika is the one doing the proper fucking here; her tight twat grips Jules so solidly that you can easily see veins in his cock beginning to pop out.
You know who looks like a hunter in this film? Steve Holmes does. He’s a cool pornstar, and he looks great in his suit, but he’s rocking the creepy older man face way too hard with Molly Bennett. Their scene is supposed to show spoiled rich girl Molly teasing her chauffeur and then taking it all the way, but all we can see is Steve baring his teeth at Molly as he slides next to her in the backseat of the Rolls Royce and fills his hands with young flesh. They decide it’d be poor form to get fluids on the car upholstery, so they take their sex to a sectional couch where Molly ditches her schoolgirl duds and slides down Steve’s strong pole. Will they ever have a normal car ride again? Where was Steve supposed to drive her anyway?
We kind of wish “Flesh Hunter 11″ had a designated Flesh Hunter, but perhaps the absence of one is meant to be a comment on society. Aren’t we all Flesh Hunters in some way? (Maybe just us? It’s probably just us. We’re the monsters.)