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Summary:
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Fresh Rudeboiz getting dirty in their own flats! Unique amateur
filth from the UK based Rudeboiz studio.
Description
/ Review
One of the best films I’ve seen in a long time, with a collection
of Chavs sucking and fucking to supplement their giros.
Absolutely
no apologies here folks, I’m about to seriously rave about this
offering from Rudeboiz – basically for no other reason than that
it’s fuckin’ hot! Okay, so you’ve got to be a fan of the chav
type (as the title suggests), but I really do defy anyone not
to get hot under the collar (and, more importantly, stiff in the
crotch!) from watching this latest addition to this up-and-cumming
studio’s catalogue. Quite simply, it’s wonderful – what else can
I say?
The
boys themselves are pretty much as you’d expect (and want) from
this unsophisticated , uncultured, anti-social band of scallies,
with tracksuits and bling on full display – although the show
of burberry caps seems a little more reserved on this occasion.
Whilst the action takes place in scruffy council bed-sits and
amidst the confines of undecorated bedrooms and less-than-spotlessly-clean
sofas. Not that’s going to particular bother you, the viewer.
In fact, if you’re anything like me then you’ll actually find
that the settings naturally add to the authenticity of the action,
which itself makes the movie even hotter than might otherwise
be the case.
Yet
it’s the sheer physical beauty and natural action of these sweet
youngsters that remains the major feature – and the one that got
me working my shaft pretty much from the word go! Indeed, the
very first scene, featuring a handsome Everton FC tattoo-bearing
top by the name of Gary Hughes and a dark-haired, beefy beauty
called Danny Davis, pretty much sets the scene for the whole production.
These lads are the kind that you see hanging about at bus-stops
and in shopping arcades every day of the week, and their unrehearsed
but uninhibited affection towards one another will have you jerking
for joy like nothing before. What’s more – and this made me really
horny – the sex between these boys is hot and sweaty and oh-so-fucking
perfect from open-mouthed beginning to spunk-spurting end. Indeed,
the lack of background music and the fact that the guys don’t
grunt and groan like a couple of over-excited pigs only adds to
the sensuality. This is, quite simply, sex as it really is. No
orchestras, no over-dramatics. Just lads in their prime getting
off with each other. Fuckin’ magic!!
I’d
be seriously hard pressed to choose a favourite scene – each one
is a classic in its own right. From a ball-churning threesome
featuring Bennett, Wilson and Wilder (filmed under a rather irreverent
picture of the Queen), through to the settee-drenching frolics
of Robbie G and Stev O, this is the sort of film that almost ought
to be rationed for the sake of its viewers. Indeed, if you’re
anything like me and prefer the naturalness of European productions
over the sterile, glossy productions of the States, then you simply
can’t fail to be overcome – or cum-over! – by this magnificent
offering. Honestly, I really can’t recommend this feature enough.
Jeez,
what more do I have to say to convince you? Type your card-details
in and order it now! Sex between young men-about-the-streets really
doesn’t get much better than this. It’s pretty much as simple
as that!
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