Page 64 - AVN August 2019

“Don’t turn it all the way up.
We were orgasming on 3. ”
screen occasional table. A leather
couch is covered up with blue and
lilac dropcloths, plus a glittery throw
and throw pillows. A decorative
hutch filled with bric-a-brac has to
be emptied. “Take a picture of it so
we can put everything back where
it was,” Lord tells a PA. The giant
windows have been draped with black
production tarps. Isiah Maxwell and
Brandt experiment with the controls,
revving the machines up and down
with cell phone apps.
“Try it, girl,” Brandt invites Love.
“Too many people around, I’m too
shy,” Love demurs. She straddles
one anyway, gets approached from
behind by Jay Smooth. “Nothing in
my butt,” she says warningly. “And
don’t turn it all the way up. We were
orgasming on 3. Turn it all the way up
and I’ll stick a finger in your butt.”
Britney Amber and Love climb on
top of the Motorbunnys and the guys
turn them on. Love breaks into a
pleasured grin. On the staircase, Romi
Rain has Tommy Pistol’s pants down
and is sucking him, Maxwell is nosing
into Love as she kisses Amber. Rain
and Pistol have moved into standing
doggie. “Oh, we’ve started already?”
Brandt observes breezily. The stills
guys start snapping away. Waste not,
want not.
Amber and Love turn around,
start sucking their guys. Pistol and
Rain have moved to the couch. “We
start partner swapping?” Rain asks.
“Okay,” Brandt approves. Love sits
on the couch, turns to Smooth with
a chirpy “So fuck me, Jay.” Maxwell
hooks up doggie with Rain, and
Amber, straddling a Motorbunny,
starts to suck Pistol. “Britney—don’t
lean too far, I need to see Romi,”
Brandt directs. “Okay, softcore.” A
beat. “I want to see some action on the
remotes.” Pistol jumps on the table,
grabs a remote as Love blows him.
Amber is grimacing with pleasure,
lets fly an “Oh. My. GAWD!” Love
says, “We’re gonna fuck back there
on the stairs.” Smooth follows her. The
Motorbunny Buck is alone, its silicone
phallus thrusting at nothing.
As Rain, Amber, Maxwell and
Smooth regroup on the Motorbunny
table — the Buck won’t be alone much
longer—Love, on the staircase, says,
“We’re fucking back here, you can
photograph us.” Brandt says, “You’re
too small. We can’t see you.” “We
tried to be creative,” Love pouts, then
moves to the couch to reverse cowgirl
with Pistol. Amber sits on Smooth,
and Rain, straddling a Motorbunny, is
sucking Maxwell.
After a momentary discussion,
Brandt decides to wrap the stills with
fake pops. Fake spooge is splattered
on tits from a squeeze bottle. The
girls pose with the guys, then pose
together. “Play with it, lick it off your
fingers,” Brandt directs.
“I love soap,” Pistol croons, safely
out of camera range, licking his
fingers.
Break. The girls wipe off, head back
into makeup, and the guys start to get
dressed. Next up—video.
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