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The Devil in Miss Jones: The Resurrection (2010)

Adult's greatest title, re-imagined through the eyes of adult's most awarded director, Paul Thomas, and starring Savanna Samson and Belladonna! Featuring six classic anal scenes as scorching as the fires of hell, surrounded by a cautionary tale as old as Satan himself: Young Miss Jones, an aspiring journalist... oblivious to the human carnage she leaves in her wake. Pandora, enjoying the high life in Hollywood. Both have no idea they're being groomed by the devil to spawn the next generation of demons and every on of their shuddering orgasms brings them closer to their hellish fate!
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Adult's greatest title, re-imagined through the eyes of adult's most awarded director, Paul Thomas, and starring Savanna Samson and Belladonna! Featuring six classic anal scenes as scorching as the fires of hell, surrounded by a cautionary tale as old as Satan himself: Young Miss Jones, an aspiring journalist... oblivious to the human carnage she leaves in her wake. Pandora, enjoying the high life in Hollywood. Both have no idea they're being groomed by the devil to spawn the next generation of demons and every on of their shuddering orgasms brings them closer to their hellish fate!

Rating:NC-17
Genre:Drama, Horror, Fantasy
Directed By:Paul Thomas
Written By:Raven Touchstone
In Theaters:4/8/2010
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Runtime:151 minutes
Studio:Vivid Entertainment

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