Cum For Cover 2 Review

Reviewed by gonzoguy  on  11/12/2008

At one level, this is cookie-cutter porn. Same intro, same setup, same mathematical equation (1 girl, 5 guys), same roundelay of positions and porn cliches (OK, we've fucked her face standing up, now let's dangle her head off ... hmm, what could we use? ... I know, A COUCH! And fuck her face hanging off a couch.

So, given that formulaic approach (this isn't Antonioni here), what does Mr. Rolie do with his limited reach? Well, he has assembled a pretty decent looking cast of women, and turned them loose in a room full of lean, well-buffed and rock-hard young Euro guys that most of our wives would probably drool over (Hey, I'm not admitting to anything of the sort, but I don't want to act like they're not even in the picture. They bring the wood, along with a bunch of idiot hambone behavior, but hey, it's porno, and what do we expect but guys wearing panties and mugging the camera?). And at the end of each scene, the girl becomes a generally messed-up mop for multiple cum wads. There are exceptions, though. Read on.

Scene 1: Alien (now that's a name). And she has that sort of plasticized hooker facial thing that suggests she may not be entirely human. But she has a nice rack, and a great body, and even though she comes from Budapest, she needs five cocks. And gets them. And next thing you know, the poor girl's excess mascara is running down her face from all the slobber she globs onto her quintent of knobs. Rolie keeps directing her to spit up the throat yogurt that inevitably develops when guys keep stuffing their dicks down there, but she can't make herself do it, which means none of it drools down her face and turns it into the disaster area that, say, a Max Hardcore would applaud. From prison. Or wherever he's hanging these days. Anyway, she works them to a nice ending, the first blast from her right side, the second a bit weaker, the third another dribbler, the fourth from her left side and across her forehead, and the last the creme de resistance, big thick ropey cum that clings to her chin until it drips onto her tits. Rolie holds the final shot so we can just look at her, all glazed up, and she just stands there, waiting for him to say bye-bye.

Scene 2: Lisa Sparkle. Pure Euro-whore name, right? I mean, who in the U.S. would name themselves anything like that? Oh, yeah. Right. OK, she has nice tits, long, black hair, gets her pussy munched, bounces her tits while getting her throat reamed (there's lots of vigorous throat fucking in this DVD), review the troops knob by knob, stands up and sucks the guys and Rolie shows a nice angle from behind, below her pussy, with her mouth working dick in the background behind swinging tits. That's some artistry. The first blast from her left is all over the place, the second from her right is gooey and hits her forehead, the third from her left is a splasher, the fourth from her right is a blaster, and the fifth from her left is another goo-ball, hits her nose and lips and leaves her looking like Miss Universe on Twinkies.

Scene 3: Antynia La Rouge. Yes, THAT Antynia La Rouge. OK, whatever. She's wearing stars and stripes -- in a bikini. After a little tease, she loses the undies, then gets down to a lineup of not 20, not 12, not six guys, but four sturdy dicks. A cute blonde, she doesn't get much for her efforts -- a weak first pop, a second that's runny and overshoots the mark (hell-O, it's her FACE!), the third hits her forehead and right cheek, and the fourth leaves a little thick gob dripping from her nose. Kleenex, please.

Scene 4: Regina Moon. Small tits, she goes through the motions and takes four runny pops, which leaves her looking like any one of us just in from a little rain storm.

Scene 5: Baby Silver. A red head with small tits, she's pretty cute (girl next door cute), and throws a lot of energy into the boys, and they into her, taking the obligatory spitting (huh?), some deep dick, trades slaps with the goombahs, laughs about it all, then takes five decent shots -- the first to her lips and right cheek, the second across her forehead, the third a watery overshot, the fourth a hose job from the right, and the fifth a cream puff to her forehead and lips. Lookin' gooed.

Scene 6: Nikki Rider. Not Red Rider. Not C.C. Rider. Just plain Nikki Rider. Goes through the motions, one of which is this thing where she's lying face-down on a sofa, reaching behind herself and holding her own heels (so her hands can't get in the way of the face-fucking?), and opens wide for the guys to enter her from the front. Rowdy boys, they drill her tonsils, she coughs a bit, drools, shows some nice dangling mams, swallows more sword, hacks again, and eventually gets down for the 360 pop-a-rama -- a nice blast to her full lips, an overshoot (are these guys French, because man, they've got shitty aim), a splasher from the right (eat more egg whites, buddy), and the fourth to her forehead, weakly, after Rolie points out the target by tapping her forehead from behind the camera. Classy.

Extras are routine, except for a seventh scene featuring a young lady who mumbles her name, and we learn later that it's Angelica, and she gets a major face-fucking, although not a particularly memorable face-pasting. She doesn't look too enthused about the whole ordeal, and the female director here says "Thank you, my bitch."

Well, thank you, too, my bitch.

Still in all, the ladies catch a mega-wad here, and that IS the purpose of all this, yes? Good jerkoff material, for we in the crowd who like the ladies wearing dairy. Chug-a-lug.