Crucifixio Jones wrote:
Who: Sammie Rhodes What: Sperm Smiles (2004)
Why: Helmed by former PXP performer-turned-director Jessica Dee, I'll admit going in I didn't have above-average expectations for Sperm Smiles; it was a rental and I was simply passing the time, trying to keep up with everything *MY* favorite and best new starlet was doing. I figured I couldn't lose: Sammie, Jada Fire, Sandra Romain, Haley Paige and Victoria Sinn are nothing to sneeze at.
Long and slender with a set of floppy 32D naturals topped with pierced nipples that made me forget all about Brooke, Sammie was set to take on Manuel Ferrara. It looked, at first, to be just another typical Sammie Rhodes scene. I had seen Rhodes paired with the likes of Brian Surewood (Big Wet Tits), Joel Lawrence (Spring Chickens 9), Mark Wood (Teen Spirit 6), Tony Tedeschi (Teen Power 9) and Cheyne Collins (Uniform Babes) but no one and I mean NO ONE gave it to her like Manuel gives it to her here. She never knew what hit her, never saw him coming.
And never have I seen her so obviously and unabashedly into someone as she is with Manuel. For Sammie, there is no camera. Hell, there is no paycheck, there is no WORLD. There is only Manuel's cock buried deep in her pussy and the way it makes her feel. Nothing else exists and she immerses herself in the moment utterly and completely, giving herself over and submitting willfully to every ripple of pleasure Ferrara's dick sends travelling through her perfect body. She's a slave to the rhythm. There is something strangely appealing about seeing a girl so physically free yet still at the mercy of a force beyond her control or comprehension. She was bound to Manuel and wasn't going anywhere, even if the house burned down around them.
Casual fans, jaded raincoaters and cynical critics talk about "heat" and "chemistry" between two people on a set but honestly, you have no idea what that means until you've seen this scene. This is the one you lock up in a vault, the one you put in the porn dictionary as the "definition", the movie you buy an extra copy of to keep in plastic for the grandkids.
It's time capsule material and I suggest you see it. As it stands, it's Sammie Rhodes' absolute best.
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