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Ready for It (1994)

Ready For It. The title says it all. Here they are, a tasty selection of gorgeous men, toned, tanned, at the peak of their virility. With their cocks at full mast, dripping and slick, they're looking for the nearest, hottest hole to plug for a tight juicy coupling. It's party time at Brad Stone's house, where a gang of buddies with only the worst intentions gather for a monthly no-frills orgy. It's a day-long event of continuous down and dirty games where each guy brings a fuck-buddy of choice. Did we say choice? That may be a bit of an underestimation. The meat is live-on-the-hoof U. S. Grade A. But it isn't choice. It's prime. All the way. Prime meat primed for special action.
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Ready For It. The title says it all. Here they are, a tasty selection of gorgeous men, toned, tanned, at the peak of their virility. With their cocks at full mast, dripping and slick, they're looking for the nearest, hottest hole to plug for a tight juicy coupling. It's party time at Brad Stone's house, where a gang of buddies with only the worst intentions gather for a monthly no-frills orgy. It's a day-long event of continuous down and dirty games where each guy brings a fuck-buddy of choice. Did we say choice? That may be a bit of an underestimation. The meat is live-on-the-hoof U. S. Grade A. But it isn't choice. It's prime. All the way. Prime meat primed for special action.

Rating:NC-17
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Directed By:John Travis
Written By:John Travis
In Theaters:4/8/1994
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Runtime:65 minutes
Studio:Studio 2000

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