Cause that’s what Sunday
afternoons were made for.
is a real mixed bag for me. I like a lot of what they do, and as a studio they’re responsible for some of the biggest names to roll into the industry in the last decade or so. But it’s not especially imaginative overall, and a lot of their content fits into my ‘just doing it to be done with it‘ complaint from the other day. And this scene is sort of no exception.
I don’t totally know who Josh Connors and Randy Dixon are (which is probably on me – they seem to get work over at RB and I should be paying more attemtion) and while they’re both pretty hot and very well built, there’s sort of no chemistry between them that makes this seem immediate or serious. Their sex is super casual, and familiar without being passionate and RAAWWR-filled. It’s like fucking your roommate on a warm, lazy sunday, after you both had too much to drink the night before and are napping it off on the living room sofa in front of Netflix. Not a fuck you’d write home about, but one that does the job, makes you cum, and passes the time.
See what I’m talking about:
Like… I get it. But. Meh.
Did I jack off to it? A little.
Is there better stuff over at Randy Blue?