Crema Latina Review

Reviewed by Crucifixio Jones  on  5/30/2004

Crema Latina
****
2004, 2 hours and 5 minutes
Video Team
Directed by Van Styles
Starring Daisy, Sativa Rose, Chanel Chavez, Rossana De La Vega

The Knowledge:

Cream pies. What‘s the fascination, people? I think it‘s the taboo, “it‘s something different“ appeal that makes it so darned popular. In porn, we‘re so used to seeing broads get it on their ass, chest or face we‘ve forgotten that in real life, we almost never see a male orgasm because more often than not, it takes place inside the female. But in porn, we weren‘t usually afforded the luxury of seeing such things unless it was faked. Who would want to risk pregnancy in non-condom porn and have a child by a complete stranger just to simulate something you’d do in reality? Porn is about the fantasy, right? Well, like the times, fantasies change. Now fans want to see porn stars take that “risk“ and at the same time come closer to their own reality by taking shots of semen straight up their birth canal and then to provide the proof, let it all run back out for us to see. What sane man wants to see this? Apparently, plenty. And despite all my bitching, when done correctly it is pretty hot. Styles‘ studio mate, David Aaron Clark, had quite the successful creampie series featuring Asian performers going for himself with Banana Cream Pie before deciding to retire that line in the wake of the HIV scandal. Van, never scared, has pushed on, starting his own creampie series, this one featuring latinas. In this, Styles and myself have similar taste. I‘m anxious to see what his first foray into the “sperm dripping“ genre holds and if there is a bright future for this series.

The Action:

Daisy

Striding sexily outdoors is the tattooed, pierced, scary-thin but absolutely adorable Video Team contract cutie and 2003 AVN Nominee for Best New Starlet, cover girl Daisy. “I‘m very caliente! I want to suck some cock. I want to suck a big fat dick,” she teasingly confides in Styles. Van, continuing with a few more questions, places the camera under her and between her open legs while she stands spreading her pink and slapping at her shaved pussy. Daisy, good and horny now, sashays indoors, patrolling his pad for some hard black cock. It is there that she finds Mr. Marcus, standing atop a short flight of carpeted stairs like a Roman gladiator, triumphant and ready to receive his spoils. Daisy drops to her knees and crawls towards him, unbuttoning his jeans and taking his prick into her mouth once she arrives. Next to Daisy his erect cock slightly resembles an ebony Corinthian column and it‘s always an interesting contrast to see a girl so tiny attempt to tackle something so big in comparison. People who get off on eyewear will enjoy seeing Daisy bob her head and bounce her highlight-streaked hair up and down on Marcus’ knob, gagging with her designer sunglasses down on the tip of her button nose. She proves to be a supremely skilled cocksucker, too, drool running down her chest as she swallows as much as she possibly can.

When Daisy lowers herself onto Marcus cowgirl, other than getting a good look at the body art in progress on her back (a huge baby angel that looks as if it will be really nice when it‘s done), we‘re treated to seeing Daisy in total control, shaking her little booty like a salt shaker while she works Marcus like a part-time job. Marcus is impressed, or as impressed as Mr. Marcus can be, giving Styles a brief look of astonishment before lying back and putting his hands behind his head again. Daisy bounces herself nearly silly before bending over and letting Marcus take control doggie. Before he begins proper, Marcus tastes Daisy snatch for a minute, lapping at it like a dog at a bowl. I mean, he really gets his face down in there and devours that wet slit. Once he‘s back inside her, the little Mexican-American can barely contain herself; her face (and screams of pleasure) tells the whole story. “Grrrrr…I‘m fuckin‘ takin‘ a big black dick!” She‘s all smiles, though, her tits (both are pierced with Janet Jackson-like nipple shields underneath) flop up and down while Marcus pumps her hard from behind. Daisy once again crawls away a little further, this time stopping to spread her lanky legs apart wide for a round of mish. “That‘s some good shit,” she moans as she tugs at her nipple piercings. Her eyes roll back in her head and she braces for impact, clenching her teeth as if Marcus were stabbing her with a knife rather than his dick. The highlight of the entire tryst, however, would be seeing Daisy perched atop Marcus reverse cowgirl. In between getting dicked down righteously by Marcus‘ wood, Daisy swings herself back and forth on his rod like a little girl on a jungle gym and taking just as much delight in the practice. She raises herself up just enough for us to see Marcus‘ cum run out of her and down his shaft to his balls. The experience even makes her body quake and shiver and she squirts just a little before sucking Marcus‘ cock clean while he rests his hands behind his head and she licks around his sack.

I‘ve said it time and time again but I don‘t enjoy Mr. Marcus. For me, he brings down any scene he‘s in by being a passive partner and dead fuck, just lying there doing nothing with his silly baseball cap on while the girls try to pull some magic out of their cooch to inspire him. Daisy, however, was off-the-(daisy) chain. This is probably the most I‘ve seen her truly enjoy herself in a scene ever and seeing girls really get off really gets me off. Hell, she even squirted. That‘s worth half a ’snowflake’ by itself. It‘s a small miracle she managed to make a scene with Marcus in it even remotely strokable.***


Sativa Rose

While all you cats are tripping over yourselves to praise that little white Britney Spears look-a-like whose name rhymes with vegan (but not with Reagan…weird right?), you‘re missing out on who is probably the real best new starlet this year, Sativa Rose. With an enchanting smile, mesmerizing dark brown eyes, big pert and firm perfect natural breasts, smooth brown chicana skin, long dark hair and a slightly chubby, round cherubic face with thick, full cocksucking lips, Rose is the one to watch. Kurt Lockwood comes into the room and muscles Sativa down onto his lap, where he can easier manipulate her bald snatch with his digits and caress her massive tits. Sucking her bottom lips and closing her eyes, Rose has already stole the show from Marcus and Daisy. What was Sativa wearing before Kurt undressed her? Who cares! It’s her naked body that’s the marvel. She stands while Lockwood fingers her pussy and she submissively squirms on his finger like a worm on a hook. Sativa inhales Kurt‘s cock both standing and in a hot sixty-nine that sees Kurt eat her out so good she can do no more than lie between his legs and kiss his balls, his cock resting against her flushed face. She‘s overwhelmed.

Reverse cowgirl is first on the menu and chances are you won‘t see a girl who looks this good in this position the rest of this year. Kurt has Sativa suspended in mid-air, her feet dangling just above the floor as he pounds away, each stroke keeping her afloat, bouncing and satisfied. My only gripe is that they didn‘t keep this position long enough before moving to conventional cowgirl. If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it, Van. It would‘ve been nice to see more of Sativa‘s front, but it‘s hard to complain once you see her back. Mah gawd, Sativa‘s my kind of gal. And I think Kurt is her kinda guy, too; you can see the milky white cream from Sativa‘s twat slowly starting to make a thin coat over his dick as he drives it home again and again, first sitting then standing. “Ooooh, I love that fuckin‘ cock…fuck me…fuck me…,” Sativa manages to eek out while Kurt absolutely rails her doggie, her screams sometimes muffled by her face being slammed into the couch cushions. In mish, Kurt grabs ahold of each of Sativa‘s legs and cracks her wide open to plow. He tugs at her nipples and slaps at her breasts while she looks up at him with that half-pleasured/half-pained look in her eyes, seeming to say “Please don‘t hurt me“ and “Please DO hurt me“ all in the same breath while Lockwood makes her lick her own nipples, pushing her tits up towards her face. Kurt pops inside Sativa mish then steps aside so that we can see his DNA ooze out of her and down onto the sofa. He scoops up a little with his hand and then with his prick and feeds it to Rose, who smiles as she swallows it down.

If you do nothing else this year, if you like latinas, buy something with Sativa Rose. This girl is amazing and amazing to look at, correct grammar be damned. I hope she’s around for a long, long time. (because I want to meet her) And right now, only one man has captured her best one-on-one sex scenes: Van Styles. And one of those scenes is right here. Why are you still sitting there reading? Go get it. ****


Chanel Chavez

Out for a stroll, Van (and his camera) run up on a local hottie enjoying a latte’ topped with some whipped cream at an outdoor eatery. He likes her steelo (especially the way she‘s enjoying the cream), so he chats her up for a bit and convinces her to take a walk with him. Inside his car, we get to see 18-year-old Mexican Chanel flash a big natural boob and her quick girlish smile on the ride to his crib. As she walks down the hallway to his place, she pulls down her lowrider jeans just a little, flashing her hot pink thong. Once inside we get to see the matching bra after she takes her shirt off. Shortly thereafter, Van’s doorbell rings and there’s an angry biker standing there in the hallway. Might be trouble. Wait, that’s Brian Surewood. Wouldn’t you know it, right on time when there’s some fresh teen ass to be fucked. I kid when I call the guy a pirate sometimes but his bandana today even has skulls and crossbones on it. Too funny.

This newbie sets about servicing Surewood‘s pink poker, making sure to keep her hands either behind her back, caressing her breasts or diddling her clit. Surewood keeps her on target by maneuvering her mouth by holding the back of her head. I’m waiting for Brian to grab those big ghetto hoop earrings of hers any minute and use those to steer her down on his dick. Chanel looks great perched on Surewood‘s steel reverse cowgirl, her smooth creamy chest heaving as she holds on for dear life. Equally delicious looking is when Surewood bends her over Style‘s leather sofa to hump her doggie. There‘s some good footage from underneath the action here of Brian thwap-thwap-thwapping away at Chavez‘s wide-open wet slit but I could do without seeing his dimpled ass, which Van wisely moves in and crops out of the shot. However, I can‘t get quite enough of seeing him punish Chanel‘s tushy taco and her hanging over the edge of the sofa, her pussy just taking a beating and her soaking up every minute of it. She‘s in another world when Surewood tosses her upside down for a piledriver pussy-pounding that gives her fits of spastic bliss. She looks like she feels so good she‘s not quite sure how to react or what to do. And just when she thought she couldn‘t get dicked any deeper, Surewood grabs her thighs and lifts her up into a Gauge-like handstand/wheelbarrow position that has to be, hands down, the highlight of the movie. Kudos to Chanel for playing along. No stranger to creampies, Surewood finishes up by filling Chavez with one of his typical large loads in her pussy mish (after banging the holy hell out of her first, of course) and shooting a little around on the outside for visual effect, no extra charge. His jizz runs out of her twat (likely mixed with her own dripping cum) like a leaky faucet and when Surewood rubs her clit to shake out the remainder, Chanel squirts a small stream, her pussy appearing to breath and pulsate as she expels her own juices. Our second inadvertent squirter of the day! The guys are working miracles with this chicks!***½


Rosanna De La Vega

Exotic-looking Rosanna is a stranger to me but no stranger to her partner in today‘s scene, Brian Surewood. I believe they are a real-life item and the mind boggles at how a living, breathing biker/pirate look-a-like like Surewood can land himself a good looking, long-haired, big-assed beauty like De La Vega. Rosanna teases us for a few minutes in a hot red number and black fishnets before Surewood shows up to fuck this woman he nails on a regular basis while we all watch. I can believe these two are together away from the camera and lights because when Surewood parks his cock between De La Vega‘s lips, it fits like it belongs there. Seriously, it‘s insert tab A into slot B, it fits like a fucking glove. Nice and tight, snug and secure, Rosanna makes an airtight seal around that bad boy and doesn’t let go until Surewood’s good and hard. I don‘t know how old Rosanna is (she looks ‘older‘) but she certainly sucks like a fuckin’ pro. Surewood doesn‘t take it easy on her, grabbing her by the hair and ripping away her fishnets so that he can plug her ass doggie. Rosanna lets loose with some loud wails, grunts and moans that you may have to adjust your volume to get by but definitely don‘t touch the dial: her ass is something to behold. Absolutely perfect camerawork here, too, as Styles gets under the action but never too close, so we get to see Rosanna’s ass slapped and fucked high in the air on one end, her face smashed into the sofa and her little tits swaying on the other.

Now targeting her ass doggie, Surewood works Rosanna out in a few more athletic positions before grabbing her by the head and pushing his cock down her throat A2M. Her firm little tits pointing perfectly skyward, Rosanna rides her man‘s baloney pony reverse cowgirl with her tight ass, still yelping up a storm and ripping away more of her mesh ensemble so we can see her neatly trimmed bush. De La Vega‘s got an extremely tight and tanned body and a bubble-shaped ass to die for. After popping up off his dick like a hot pop tart straight out of the toaster, Rosanna lies back and Surewood stabs her colon with his prick mish. De La Vega holds one leg up high and spreads her gash apart so we can see every stroke, a few appearing to come up out of her stomach and damn near through her abdominal wall. Goddamn. She‘s genuinely digging this righteous pounding and I‘m enjoying see her take it, her flat rock-hard abs and smallish ‘mouthful‘ of tits are what God intended when he created Eve, I‘m sure. Surewood gives his girl an anal creampie (the only one in this movie) and Rosanna opens and closes her asshole until it comes spilling out. Surewood inserts a finger and makes her taste the mixture of his cum and her ass. Tasty. Yes, that was sarcasm. ****


Extras:

Photo Gallery, Behind the Scenes, Cast Bios, Web trailer, Phone Sex ads and Previews for Azz Fest’s 1 & 2, Mamacitas, and Chocolate Cream Pie 3.

Comments:

Ah, well there’s good and bad; more good than bad, though. The good news is, Video Team dropped the annoying phone sex and website ads that usually appeared at the start of all their DVDs and the movie jumps right to the main menu after a short Video Team intro. The bad news is, we also lost a scene somewhere along the way. Four sex scenes? They were all hot, don‘t get me wrong but I‘m used to seeing at least five women reamed during the course of a movie. Maybe I’m just spoiled that way. That makes the running time of this disc about twenty-five minutes shorter than usual. Is Video Team having money problems? They’re only going to get worse if you expect people to pay “five scene” prices for a “four scene” movie. DAC could get away with it because he generally had a full-length bonus scene or two when the feature was only four scenes long. No such thing included here. (and a bonus scene with Sativa wouldn’t have been a bad extra to include!)

Bad? Mr. Marcus. Oh, how I despise the cancer that is Mr. Marcus. In the original Azz Fest he let me down with Cherokee and he didn‘t quite give Daisy the workout I was expecting here either considering she got the cover. She basically used Marcus to get herself off though it was hot to watch, but no thanks to him. Why women seem to enjoy working with him, I’ll never figure out. More good? Styles has a pretty impressive stable of newcomers here and this movie would serve as the perfect companion piece or bookend to his latest entry in the Mamacitas line, Mamacitas 4. If you pick that up you get to see one of my favorite new girls of the year, Sativa Rose again and you also get to see that smokin‘ Chanel Chavez plus you get Cherokee in the closer with someone who ain’t afraid to fuck her right. The difference is miles apart. She’s a changed performer when that scene ends. But enough about that movie. Daisy shows why she‘s Video Team‘s flagship cooze here and Sativa Rose makes another inspired run at eventual greatness, as well. Chanel and Rosanna were no slouches in their respective scenes with Surewood, though she dsserves as much credit as they do for being such a nasty bastard with them both. I just wish there was ONE more scene to gush about. Other than that, flawless execution on Styles‘ part as he moves closer and closer to coming into his own and being a huge name in his own right. Gimme one more scene in the next edition with action this hot and you‘ll be staring straight down the barrel of another five-star rating.

Crucifixio Jones