Mamacitas 4 (Video Team) Review

Reviewed by Crucifixio Jones  on  6/2/2004

Mamacitas 4
****
2004, 2 hours and 10 minutes
Video Team
Directed by Van Styles
Starring Lena Juliette, Sativa Rose, Chanel Chavez, Lyric, Cherokee, Brett Rockman, Brian Surewood, Kurt Lockwood, Mr. Pete

The Knowledge:

A man after my own heart, Van Styles is. He likes asses, I like asses. I like latinas (so much I married one) and he likes latinas. It‘s a no-brainer, after being such a fan of his work, that I check out his take on Hispanic hussies in this latest installment of Video Team‘s Mamacitas line. You can tell right from the opening credits that this one is going to be a winner. When the clips of the action before the movie even starts is enough to wack off to, you know you‘re gonna be in trouble for the rest of the movie. This collection of around-the-way LA fillets is almost enough to make me consider moving to the Left Coast. Almost. I hate the Lakers way too much for that. Besides, I like to bundle up in the winter, break out the big leather bomber and skull cap; I need a visible change in seasons. Nothing like living on the East Coast where we keep ski masks, baseball bats and a fifth of Grey Goose in the trunk of our ride….just because. I’d never give that up. But when I need a vacation or something else to cuddle up with (besides my wife) on those cold snowy nights, I‘ve got the perfect disc to pop in and show me what I‘m missing. Thanks Van.

The Action:

Lena Juliette



Surewood and Rockman are interviewing adult actress, Lena Juliette (Young Tight Latinas 5). The stage name sucks, but the looks do not. Rockman takes polaroids of Lena as she undresses and Surewood looks on. You have to love the art deco, MTV’s “The Real World”-ish sets that Styles tends to shoot on. After briefly chatting with Juliette about what she’s willing to do on camera, the boys decide to make Lena show and prove. As a rule, I generally don’t bitch about tattoos, but Lena’s Tupac-esque tat across her lower abdomen somewhat ruins the overall package. Ironic I can find her small tattoo a distraction but don’t mind the body art of someone like Katrina Kraven, who’s got more ink than WWE’s Undertaker. Eh, two different chicks, two different vibes. Ink just doesn’t become Lena. It looks like a jailhouse tat.

After sucking them off separately, Lena gets done up doggie by Rockman and then has a seat on Surewood cowgirl. Lena really likes having Rockman’s lopsided log crammed in her piehole while she rides Surewood; he can’t pull it away for a second without her begging to have it back between her lips. And here I thought this little chica was going to be tame. Haha, yeah right. Lena’s got a vacuum lock on that cock , sucking it down like she needs it for life support. Meanwhile, she’s fucked Surewood’s bandana halfway off the side of his head. Damn. Anal ain’t nothing but a thang for Lena and she spits some nasty Spanglish riding Rockman reverse cowgirl with her ass, her heels clicking together like she were wearing ruby slippers and trying to get back to Kansas. Surewood gets a crack at that crack doggie and Lena keeps her favorite new toy, Rockman’s dick, busy with her mouth. When the times comes for the DP, it’s just another day at the office for Lena, who reacts like she does this on her lunch breaks. When did new girls get so nasty? Of course, Rockman and Surewood crush that ass like baby aspirin in a cowgirl and reverse cowgirl DP, reverse cowgirl seeing Lena lie back like she’s a tub full of warm bubble bath…she’s just that relaxed. After a performance like that it’s no wonder Brian and Brett baste her face, taking turns letting off nuts over the bridge of her nose while the other holds her in place by the back of her hair. “I think we’ve got a winner here. Why don’t you give us a call next week?” No, you call her. ***


Sativa Rose



Whenever I see Sativa Rose (Hellcats 3) I find myself at a loss for how to accurately describe her or just how much I dig her. Like Usher says, “On a scale of 1 to 10, she’s a certified 20.“ She‘s fucking awesome in every way and is definitely near the top of my list as one of my favorite new girls this year. She‘s got a great smile, big dark innocent and enchanting sparkling eyes and a slightly-chubby round baby face that’s just so cute you can‘t help but be smitten by her. Styles has her play the young girl role to the hilt here, dressing her up a little powder blue athletic outfit and has her kick a ball around in the park until Mr. Pete picks up the ball and lures her to a restroom to get it back. She drops the young girl act once inside and alone with him, dropping to her knees and running those full lips over his prick, probably not even concerned with that damn soccer ball anymore. At least I know I could give a shit if Pete really gives it back.

Pete bends Sativa over the sink and starts hammering her doggie first, one of her legs on the floor, the other up high on the sink giving us a good view of Pete pummeling her pink. Pete then puts Sativa on the counter facing him for a mish pounding. If God made anything more perfect than Sativa‘s rack he must‘ve kept it for himself. Her little baby blue top is pulled up over her pillowy tits here and I‘m sure Pete is taking for granted just how lucky he is to have a front row seat for this action. Realizing just how hot she is, he brings her over to a wall with a full-length mirror and does her doggie there, too, making Sativa give herself big wet sloppy kisses in the mirror. Man, now that was hot. It was like watching a g/g scene with two Sativas. With so many hard, toned bodies and fake tits in porn not so long ago, girls with a little natural softness and baby fat on them like Sativa are a welcome sight. And speaking of welcome sights, Sativa riding Pete reverse cowgirl in a stall just made my entire WEEK. It was a bit too short length-wise but seeing Sativa bounce her tits even for a minute is enough to satisfy me; I‘ll just keep rewinding it. Pete brings her out of the stall for a short burst of doggie before unloading his seed all over her face. This girl is hot like hoodies and Timberlands in the summertime. Just watch, this girl is gonna be an overnight celebrity. Note to Sativa: Let me be your manager. ****


Chanel Chavez



Ironically enough, a Chanel Chavez scene follows a Sativa Rose scene, just like in Crème Latina. Dr. Rockman has Chanel demonstrate a ob/gyn’s chair for him. Chavez hops onto the table and plants her feet in the stirrups, not a stitch of underwear in sight under her short black mini-skirt. I have to shake my head when I see that because you just know that after that display, she‘s left Brett no other recourse but to wreck her little latina ass. Don‘t feel sorry for what‘s about to take place, ladies and gents: Chanel brought this on herself.

Brett makes like a OB/GYN for a minute, digging his fingers deep in Chanel‘s twat before she hops off of the table and tries to swallow his entire dick in one massive gulp. Damn. Slow down, baby. When Brett and Chanel climb back on top of the table, I‘m afraid the two are going to set that thin tissue paper guard on fire with the friction they‘re producing. Rockman‘s grudge-fucking her like he‘s got something to prove and Chavez is breathing like she‘s about to go into labor. Sensing he may be too much for her, Brett gives Chanel a little break to suck his cock before going back to trying to fold her up like a card table two minutes later. When Brett takes her down, Chavez looks dizzy and disoriented, like she just got off of an amusement park ride. Now that‘s some first-class fucking. Chanel can barely stand and she‘s got her hand to her head like she‘s got the Excedrin headache from Hell. (we see in the Behind the Scenes she had a really intense orgasm and needed a moment to collect herself) Next is some heated anal (which like Lena, Chanel didn‘t even blink at), cowgirl and doggie, while Chavez takes a small vibrator to her pussy. As if she needed any more stimulation. Her eyes are already crossed and her mouth is hanging open like she‘s about to implode. Since her mouth is already in the perfect position, Brett spackles her face with some dick paste. This scene is like a trip to Disneyland without the lines. If you need to rub one off real quick before dipping out of the house for an important engagement, this is the scene you want to fast-forward to.***½


Lyric



After three consecutive scenes of girls so young they made me want to break out my R. Kelly “Zorro” mask and pee on somebody, Styles has now lined up the WOMEN to take us home in the last two scenes. Kurt Lockwood is being detained at an airport by customs agent Lyric for smuggling sex toys. That’s a new one on me, but I’ll play along for the sake of seeing Lyric (once billed as Lisa Nicole, I believe, in New Sensations Sex With Young Girls #4) eventually fucked ragged. Tired of arguing and being hassled, Kurt offers to show Lyric the real thing and starts eating Lyric‘s pussy on the conference table. That’s one way to get yourself out of trouble. I can’t see myself going down on some chick I just met but then again, I’ve never been in serious enough trouble to have to contemplate it, who knows? After a nice blowjob, Lyric nestles herself down on Kurt‘s cock reverse cowgirl and grinds her pussy in circles over his lap. Even better is when Kurt grabs her by her thighs and manually drops Lyric up and down on his prick, making her little titties bounce as he muscles her over his erection. Kurt and Lyric give that conference table a show like its likely never seen before in the action that follows. First Kurt bends Lyric over the edge and fucks her pussy doggie and then he lets Lyric climb on top of him cowgirl, where he holds her hands behind her back and drills the shit out of her and she can‘t get away. Lyric had no problems giving Kurt shit about his bag full of sex toys, but you have to wonder how her superiors would feel if they walked in right now and saw her spread-eagled on this table, Kurt plowing her missionary style on their conference table, getting abused and humiliated like an Iraqi prisoner? “So are the charges dropped?” he asks after he drops a little something off on her face. “I’ll even let you keep the toys.” I think it‘s safe to say that Kurt‘s now a free man. If he put on his clothes and simply walked out, I doubt Lyric‘d be able to give chase, you know, with her legs still shaking and all. ***


Cherokee



Kurt Lockwood is on his way to the gym to meet his new personal trainer, the lovely little Cherokee. She shows him attitude for being late to start the scene and Lord Have Mercy is her voice high-pitched. Man, don’t piss her off or else be subjected to hearing that helium-like whine for God only knows how long. The two do some basic stretching to warm up. Cherokee’s sweat/thong is WAY up her gorgeous ass, driving me nucking futs over here. Her ass like a Chevy Truck and built Ford Tough. Seeing Cherokee bend over repeatedly in front Lockwood and seeing him not being able to just reach out and palm that tenderonie is AGONIZING in its effectiveness. This is the definition of “tease.“ Cherokee starts to notice what Kurt really wants from her so she leads him over to a leather couch by his hand. Then it’s Time 4 Sum Akshun like Redman.

Call me crazy, but girls like Cherokee do it for me. I’m not workout freak myself, but Cherokee, Aria, Devon Michaels…I could watch these women all day. I don’t know when Cherokee became a “mamacita” and her repeatedly saying “papi” seems to be the extent of her mastery of Spanish but watching her action you don’t even care. Her hair pulled back in a long ponytail, she’s rolling her head around on Kurt’s dick like a bobblehead and when Lockwood finally gets her undressed, that same ponytail falls right down to the crack of her show-stopping ass. We have to hear Cherokee’s glass-shattering “little girl” voice once again when she rides Kurt reverse cowgirl but the view is more than enough to make you forget it. Clad in nothing but her gym shoes now, Cherokee is bouncing out of control, hollering “mas, mas” at Kurt as she rubs her clit. Wow. Just fuckin’ wow. Rightly, Styles goes over Lockwood’s shoulder here to capture that phat ass, which Lockwood has his hands full with. In spoon (with one of her legs BEHIND her head), we get to see just how tight and taut Cherokee’s body is. While her implants may be a tad far apart and somewhat stiff, you best believe she could probably do her laundry on that stomach of hers. Goddamn. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Cherokee this inspired. This is miles apart from her scene with Mr. Marcus in Azz Fest #1. I remember when I thought Cherokee didn’t have the on-screen charisma to sustain my interest for more than five minutes. I stand fucking corrected.

Kurt piledrives that pumped-up pussy next, followed by some cowgirl that WILL make your jaw drop. Cherokee has fucked her ponytail loose by this point and her long dark hair is cascading down over her bouncing ass. This whole scene is cum catnip. Seeing Cherokee’s butt undulate over Lockwood’s meat cowgirl will induce emission, whether you want it to or not. Don’t fight the feeling. It’s one of those mesmerizing acts that will make you look for the repeat function on your DVD player remote even if you’ve never used it before. If don’t nearly blow your load at the very sight of Cherokee’s ass in her little workout outfit, you should’ve been born with a pussy. This shit is straight retarded and more than enough to make urrbody on their couch get tipsy. That or melt your boxers right on your body. Cherokee‘s perfect round enhanced bra-busters are capped with some razor sharp nipples and they only get more and more erect as the scene progresses and she continues to play with herself in nearly every position. Kurt takes it home doggie, the perfect position for someone like Cherokee, and then nuts all over her mouth while she smiles up at him and sucks his cock clean. “You‘re the best fitness instructor ever,” he says. It made me want to renew my Bally‘s membership, that‘s for sure. ****½


Extras:

Photo Gallery, Behind the Scenes (fifteen minutes and thirty seconds, the shit with Cherokee shooting stills is INSANE…Sativa is just too cute and too tight, according to Mr. Pete and Brett Rockman is only the fifth guy that Chanel Chavez has had sex with EVER.), Cast Bios, Web trailer, Phone Sex ads and Previews for Asia Noir, Mamacitas, Asia Noir 2 and Driving Ms. Daisy. You know, in an age where most directors at least get a blowjob or something and include it as an extra scene, it‘s amazing that Styles, as young as he is, has resisted the temptation.

Comments:

I‘m sorta getting tired of repeating myself. Already, Styles has got the game down cold at the tender age of only twenty-three. My advice to you would be to jump on the bandwagon now while you still have a chance and there‘s still plenty of room to swing from his nut sack. I‘m telling you now that this time next year, people are going to be rockin‘ Van Styles movies in their DVD players like your little brother was sporting throwbacks last summer. This DVD is jam-packed with the hottest, newest mamacitas in the biz right now and you‘d be a fool not to pick it up to see what‘s up. If Styles‘ mission is consistency, it‘s time to move on to objective number two because he‘s accomplished mission one at this point. Buy two for yourself and a couple to keep in plastic for the grandkids.

Crucifixio Jones