Axel Braun’s Dirty Talk

Typically pornography is an art form best savored with the mute button on. The dialogue, if there is any, usually hovers around the insultingly moronic, and the histrionic howls of the sex scenes only serve to tip off the neighbors to your seedier habits. Dirty Talk challenges viewers to pump up the volume while pumping their puds as potty-mouthed prattle spouts from cock-hoovering lips. Lyra Law has the face of a debased angel and the vocabulary of a drunken longshoreman. As she works over the wang presented to her, Law babbles grimy pillow talk such as, “I make your cock nice and messy, all my spit, while you’re throat-fucking me” and “Bring all the cum out of your balls with my mouth.” Eventually Law loses her ability to form even semi-coherent sentences as she’s drilled into a howling cascade of oh-my-Gods and feral grunts, but her verbal efforts are nonetheless rewarded with a blast of high-protein lip gloss to her pretty mouth. Overly tattooed blonde Kleio Valentien smacks of regretful life choices and biker rallies. Her excessively inked body brings to mind a rickety, graffiti-riddled subway car on an express route to Desolation Boulevard. Still she takes to cock like a methhead at the pipe, sucking down that last hit before a long prison stay. Bratty Kat Dior harangues her man with the kind of hectoring that drives boyfriends to porn in the first place. Luckily her chick babble is reduced to tolerable, low-decibel gurgling sounds by the sperm-spitting pacifier that’s shoved into her yap. Dirty Talk won’t leave you speechless, but it will occasionally give you something to shout about. —P.D.R.