Stella Cox continues to take America by storm: hitting all the porn labels and genres in sight on an exposure blitz. This venture into foot-fetish central is impressive, as the British Superstar struts her stuff.
It's very easy to see why Stella, older at 25 than her competing bevy of jail-bait overnight successes (Elsa Jean, Piper Perri, Leah Gotti, etc.), is such a hit: she epitomizes the traditional English Rose. Flawless beauty, big natural tits, pleasant personality and seeming perfection in complexion and all the niceties spells a bright future.
This particular showcase, in pedal-centric videoland, is a bit hard to watch, as it is so amateurish. The same crummy bed and claustrophobic bedroom set is used for a parade of five pretty girls getting humped by some anonymous tattooed stud, whose hair length changes drastically from segment to segment, indicating this was shot over an extended period (random vignettes compiled for DVD release).
Format is basically one-camera taping with little editing, and closeups/framing to emphasize the feet. Ending is always a money shot on the feet, either on the toes or the soles for a modicum of variety. Girls sticking their feet in their own mouths is de rigeur, as are foot-jobs applied to dicks.
Sole attempt at creativity falls embarrassingly flat. Many has-beens end up doing stints in this junk, and this time it's Evan Stone's turn. He shows up in a tunic that inspires him to pretend he's Star Trek's Captain Kirk, beamed down to some planet's bedroom to service a young thing lying on the bed. His inane improv is unfunny and the laugh's on him: young Nami Dahlia seems oblivious to the entire Trek phenomenon, so Stone's laborious impression is a waste of time.
