Given that porn is a celebration of excess, it’s nice to see a film set its sights on the happy medium. Eddie Powell doesn’t want to go overboard with that dirty stuff, he just wants a thin layer of filthiness, like a piece of salty, fatty, carnally-charged prosciutto wrapped around the melon of innocence.
Not making sense? Hey, don’t judge us, we’re hungry. A body can feel a lot of confusing things when dealing with the “Pretty.Dirty,” and we count ourselves as lucky that this collision of the sweet and the sinful hasn’t left us feeling gassy. (It happens to everyone. Be mature about it.)
One of the things we love most about Jessa Rhodes is her disregard for her tights. She owns a pair of those assless ones that frame each butt cheek like a pair of fleshy islands in the nylon sea, and though she uses them to get Xander Corvus floating her way, she destroys them once they’ve done their duty. In half a second, they’re torn to shreds by firm fingers and impatience so that Jessa might do squat-thrusts over Xander and impale her pussy on his turgid cock. She keeps those tattered tights on the whole time, and as they fall apart more and more, Xander and focus his energy on manipulating the woman inside them; he pulls Jessa’s arm behind her back and locks her elbow against her spine as he pounds her in doggy style. Jessa looks ecstatic, and even the most fashion-concerned among us can appreciate the creative destruction.
Corvus also puts his cock to Madison Chandler, a delightful young redhead who accentuates her naturally warm body colors with seafoam underwear. This scene feels a tad sleepier than the others, and a little more sun drenched and smoothed down, but Xander keeps the dirt present by pressing a few firm fingers against Madison’s throat as he removes her bra. Besides that, it seems like our swordsman wants Madison to discover her own nastiness, and he gives her the time and space to run her own hands over herself and feel the building electric storm that spreads over her body before exploding against her clit. It’s orgasmic alchemy.
And while we’re talking about turning lead into gold, let’s discuss that big heavy thing swinging between Bruce Venture’s legs: his plumbum penis. That thing was clearly made by a generous God with funhouse mirrors for eyeballs, for even though it’s enormous, it can bend easily to accomodate any angle of entry. Alexis Monroe can impale herself upon that cock from any direction–even ones we think would hurt–and Bruce finds a way to thrust his hips against hers and hit all kinds of sweet spots she never knew she had inside her.
At heart, “Pretty.Dirty 4″ is all about discovery. That little dot simultaneously connects and divides the sugary and the sinful, and when these ladies are through with their respective mounds of man meat, they will know which side of the dot is truly theirs.