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Club Mandom 2 - Cock Lips
**Club Mandom II: Cock Lips** consists of over an hour of one man, Tom Caserta, on his knees and sucking dick through a glory hole. Mr. Caserta, who is not only the star but also the director, producer, and editor,
serves six men, none of whom are seen above the chest_most of them only show bush, meat, and potatoes. The
guys are very well endowed and Caserta handles all like a pro; he deep throats all but the largest of the
bunch and lavishes every millimeter of throbbing bone with kisses and licks. Overall, this is not a tape for
everyone, particularly because it celebrates anonymous sex in such a ritualized fashion. Every scene is
nearly identical_a dude unzips the fly of his jeans, whips out his cock, shoves it through the hole, and
Caserta begins his task. He kisses the head, licks about for a bit, and then goes all python and swallows the
shaft down. He then makes a chugging motion as he slides the shaft out of this throat. The camera captures
the action from the sides and from below with almost no variety: side view, bug's eye view, side view, and so
on and so forth. This dogmatic adherence to the formal elements might alienate all but die-hard fetishists.
The other problem with Club Mandom II is the echoey voiceover that persists for the duration. Not only does
the reverb make it hard to understand Caserta, but there's only so much one can say about giving a blowjob
through a glory hole without becoming terribly dull and repetitive.
As Caserta intones, "welcome to Club Mandom, hot bulging baskets just waiting..." a black wall covered in
graffiti comes into focus. A denim clad torso appears through the glory hole, which is so big it looks more
like Barbie's Dream Drawbridge, opens his black jeans, rifles around in his white boxers and pulls out a hunk
of tumescent pink meat. Caserta soon appears, on his knees of course, and begins to suck the beast to
erection. He makes love to it, L-U-V style, like tonight he was celebrating his love for dick. There are a
few gurgling sounds as he takes the cock all the way down his throat, but they are obscured by the incessant
voiceover. The dick ejaculates on his chest. All of the subsequent schlongs spit their spunk on Caserta's
chest. The second penis to come through the wall is cloaked in tight indigo denim. It is unveiled after a
teasing button down. Caserta begins with some kissy-kissy, lick-lick of the head and then he goes in for the
kill. A shot from underneath provides quite a lovely view. The most exciting moment arrives with cock number
three; a "hard, beautiful, thick" number (as described by Caserta) that's framed with electric red pubes. I
never knew that red bush could be so thrilling until I had nothing else but pubes on which to focus my
attention. The final two segments I will politely describe as variations on a theme and leave it at that.
While Club Mandom II could be described as fascinating foray into the singularity of obsession I will merely
reiterate that one should really love the idea of glory hole blowjobs before watching this.
serves six men, none of whom are seen above the chest_most of them only show bush, meat, and potatoes. The
guys are very well endowed and Caserta handles all like a pro; he deep throats all but the largest of the
bunch and lavishes every millimeter of throbbing bone with kisses and licks. Overall, this is not a tape for
everyone, particularly because it celebrates anonymous sex in such a ritualized fashion. Every scene is
nearly identical_a dude unzips the fly of his jeans, whips out his cock, shoves it through the hole, and
Caserta begins his task. He kisses the head, licks about for a bit, and then goes all python and swallows the
shaft down. He then makes a chugging motion as he slides the shaft out of this throat. The camera captures
the action from the sides and from below with almost no variety: side view, bug's eye view, side view, and so
on and so forth. This dogmatic adherence to the formal elements might alienate all but die-hard fetishists.
The other problem with Club Mandom II is the echoey voiceover that persists for the duration. Not only does
the reverb make it hard to understand Caserta, but there's only so much one can say about giving a blowjob
through a glory hole without becoming terribly dull and repetitive.
As Caserta intones, "welcome to Club Mandom, hot bulging baskets just waiting..." a black wall covered in
graffiti comes into focus. A denim clad torso appears through the glory hole, which is so big it looks more
like Barbie's Dream Drawbridge, opens his black jeans, rifles around in his white boxers and pulls out a hunk
of tumescent pink meat. Caserta soon appears, on his knees of course, and begins to suck the beast to
erection. He makes love to it, L-U-V style, like tonight he was celebrating his love for dick. There are a
few gurgling sounds as he takes the cock all the way down his throat, but they are obscured by the incessant
voiceover. The dick ejaculates on his chest. All of the subsequent schlongs spit their spunk on Caserta's
chest. The second penis to come through the wall is cloaked in tight indigo denim. It is unveiled after a
teasing button down. Caserta begins with some kissy-kissy, lick-lick of the head and then he goes in for the
kill. A shot from underneath provides quite a lovely view. The most exciting moment arrives with cock number
three; a "hard, beautiful, thick" number (as described by Caserta) that's framed with electric red pubes. I
never knew that red bush could be so thrilling until I had nothing else but pubes on which to focus my
attention. The final two segments I will politely describe as variations on a theme and leave it at that.
While Club Mandom II could be described as fascinating foray into the singularity of obsession I will merely
reiterate that one should really love the idea of glory hole blowjobs before watching this.