Hot as Fuck 3

There are many words that could be used to describe Manuel Ferrara. Timid isn’t one of them. Neither is choosy. In Hot as Fuck 3, Ferrara doesn’t always pluck the sweetest peaches from the tree, but his steely-loined resolve is undeniable. This is a man who leans into the world cock-first, his constantly erect pecker serving as both a compass and a divining rod as he seeks out the next babe he can plunge his fat dong into.
He has but one mission: to destroy one hole after another until there are no holes left to destroy. Blue-eyed, beefy-assed redhead Madison Morgan sports a manic gleam and grin that practically whisper “restraining order.” She’s also pale enough to resemble a ghost. Still, Manuel charges forward and, after triumphantly conquering Morgan’s lower terrain, unloads a blunderbuss barrage of nut scum that sails past her head and onto his couch’s upholstery (which was hopefully Scotchgarded beforehand). Anna Claire Clouds ups the quality considerably with her pretty face and hydraulic rear end. She also brings a degree of psychodrama to the proceedings, declaring, “Thank you, Daddy,” as Manuel plows her snatch. Clouds might have more issues than Vanity Fair, but she throws herself into the scene with aplomb, fingering her own asshole as Ferrara’s cock pummels her conch. True Kait is probably the best of the bunch here, a fine-featured brunette who rims Ferrara’s asshole like a scuba diver exploring a sea cave and elevates dirty talk to an art form. When Hot as Fuck 3 brings the heat, it’s scorching, but overall it’s a little underdone. —P.D.R.