Mo’ Rawness
(Buckwild) www.buckwildproductions.com
Starring Misty, Charlie
Buck Wild started his fledgling porn outfit a couple years back with “a dream in his eye and a hard-on in his hand”. Ok, so most people have dreams in their brains, not their eyes, but no matter. The fact is, the cat is building his Florida-based empire on the notion that guys just want to see real girls, sometimes, and I reckon he’s right. That’s what the “Raw” part of “Rawness’ refers to- ‘Real Amateur Women’. And they don’t get any more real than the two Sapphic sluts on display here.

Charlie is a ginger-haired, ever-so-slightly butch biker mama, as evidenced by the too-blue jeans, black lace bra, and back tattoo. Misty is a blonde ex-stripper type with party balloon tits, who gets invited over to Charlie’s pad one fateful night. Charlie’s got a new digital camera, and wants to try it out. Misty’s happy to oblige her request to model, and the fun begins. The impromptu photo shoot, rife with giggling and sexual tension, looks to build up to some smoky seduction scene, but this Misty chick, she ain’t got time for chocolates and flowers. When Charlie’s leans in, all personal-like, for a few beaver shots, Misty makes her move, quickly undressing her pal and pushing her onto the carpet floor. I could have used a little sweet talk, baby.

At this point, I should note that Mo’ Rawness, which I’m assuming was shot right there in the murky den of the Casa de Buck, prominently features two of the most mismatched pieces of furniture I’ve ever seen. A red, yellow and blue plaid easy chair- the self-same material, by the way, that you’ll finding on overflow cots at Red Cross disaster scenes- sits aside a brown spotted couch. Yikes. If purchases of the video go toward fattening up Buck’s home décor budget for future productions, buy two. Luckily, since the girls spend the rest of their time together on the floor, our eyes are spared further upholstery crimes.

The rest of Mo Rawness is spent with crosscutting two-shots and smash-zoom close-ups of Misty and Charlie’s adventures in pussy eating. If there’s a specialty at work here, it’s the long, locked-down scenes of unedited, full-tilt muff munching, which you rarely see in the frantic hypersex scenes of the pro stuff. These chicks are in it for real, with hungry mouths and probing tongues, and although I’m not convinced for a second that they’re really lesbians, for the hour or so that they’re on the clock, they are hardcore cunt hounds. Towards the end, they break out the dildos and feathers, but the fancy stuff is kept to a minimum. If I had to guess the ‘gasm, I’d say the prize goes to Charlie, who’s shudders and moans seem like the real deal, but both girls appear to be enjoying the ride.

The tape ends rather suddenly, like many lesbo scenes do. No goo to signify an end to the action, ya know, so they just cut to a quick “The End” title. This might fuck you up if you’re mid-stroke, so keep the fast rewind button handy.

“Raw” in pretty much every way, “MR” ought to satisfy your feverish late-night fantasies about the two bar flies down at the roadhouse. Sure, with a little Hollywood TLC and a few colored lighting gels, you could tart these chicks up to the plastic standards of the West Coast stuff, but that would be entirely beside the point. Real girls wear frosted eye shadow, and sometimes they look like they’re apartment wrestling when they’re supposed to be fucking. That’s just the way it is, brother.
-Sleazegrinder