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There’s just something about a woman in a swimsuit. If you don’t believe me, ask Betty Grable, whose now-iconic photograph made her an international pin-up darling during WWII. Ask Cheryl Tiegs, whose one-piece fishnet ensnared all of our dirty fantasies during the summer of ’78. Or ask Phoebe Cates, whose sexy red bikini made her a fully-fledged member of the PRP (Pause, Rewind, Play) Club in 1982’s Fast Times at Ridgemont High.
Failing those options, take a gander at famed porn director William H. Nutsack’s newest release, Swimsuit Calendar Girls 2. The film is a tongue-in-cheek and a cock-in-ass tribute to the buxom, full-figured pin-up girls of years past, played by some wickedly voracious pin-down hotties of the present. It features three top-heavy trollops, one rose, and booty-ful bang queen Alexis Texas frolicking in the surf, before returning to the turf for some good hard fucking.
Kristina Rose kicks the film off by letting her eager lover suck her stiff nipples and tongue her fault line. After ramming her love harbor with his flesh dinghy, he licks her ass before fucking her some more while she jams a finger into her blowhole. Rose then sucks his cock before taking his mighty meat sloop all the way up her poop deck, climaxing hard as she wildly rubs her clit. As he pulls out his mainmast, he cums full speed ahead into her mouth. Rose’s tongue remains surprisingly steady as a perfect storm of white cream cascades down her throat like sheets of rain on a pane of glass.
As if that weren’t enough action to circle a planned viewing on your own calendar, Alexis Texas and James Deen torch the boathouse with a wild scene of their own. As Texas prances around in a sultry bikini set, Deen takes full advantage of her and his resourcefulness, binding her hands behind her back with the strings from the bikini top. With her under control, he stands her in front of a nearby mirror where she proceeds to make out with her reflection as he looks on in anticipation. Pulling her onto his face, Deen drives his mug into her monumental behind as if he were bobbing for apples. After sucking his cock and jerking him off with two hands, they simultaneously finger fuck Texas’ drenched love cleft with two fingers each, in a very hot moment. Deen then uses her bikini bottoms as a gag while he fucks her on the side and in reverse cowgirl. Texas finishes him off by deep-throating his swelling prick and licking his balls as he jerks himself to climax right onto her face.
Sprinkled in between those scenes is the aforementioned gaggle of big-titted bellwethers sure to satisfy the cravings of any sexual salt dog. Shyla Stylez gets her ass pounded with the brutality of a cresting wave crashing into a jetty. Carmella Bing splashes down like a cannonball onto an oddly bent, two-tone cock with her bung, overwhelming perhaps the biggest crook named dick since the Nixon administration. And in the last scene, a relative newcomer and euphemistic dervish named Kagney Lynn Carter grinds her pinky/butterfly/juice box, and her unbelievably hot ass, all over her paramour’s rock-hard rod like she was turning a crank.
Overall, Swimsuit Calendar Girls 2 is fast, fun and wet. There is almost nothing quite so suggestive as tiny scraps of fabric strutting around the beach with big breasted models attached to them – except, of course, when those models are taken home, stripped out of said fabric scraps and fucked to orgasm every which way imaginable. It’s too bad there wasn’t room for a full calendar year’s worth of women in this volume, because there’s just something about a woman in a swimsuit.